What the Thunder Said by Lacy D PhillipsWhen I was young and idealistic
I said I wanted love to be like thunder.
I didn't quite know what I was getting myself into.
I never quite knew...
But as promised, lightning came first
and quickly passed
taking warmth with it
leaving me to blink away the remnants
and fill the holes left in my vision
and life...
Life continues...
Thunder bobbing along after lightning
as an afterthought
an exemption
stooping to recover me,
pull me along the lengths
of that great crescendo
and wilt,
boiling over into the night,
charging along my body,
throwing itself around
to expose its soft underbelly,
then folding in on itself
unrolling on the desert air
leaving nothing
but the faintest echoes
and a constant ringing in my ears...
Lastly, most poignantly...
thunder wasn't much to look at. 10/27/2001 Posted on 10/27/2001 Copyright © 2025 Lacy D Phillips
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