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To The Sound Of Approaching Thunder
by Chris Sorrenti
Where have you gone to my lovely?
have you found those stars birthing?
alien rainbows
from which new glories would come???
Never could stay out of the water for very long
the stasis comes and goes
remade in the symmetry of the new flesh
molecules collapse
reorganize themselves to perfection
as it was in the beginning
so it will be in the end
Outside the box
another sounds the claxon
one of circuits and wires
it confirms what you’ve suspected all along
those alien rainbows
have been tucked beneath your nose
It warns of severe thunderstorms
possible tornadoes hurricanes
while it snowed in Somalia last week
for the first time in living memory
the signs are everywhere
but what do they mean?
As the rodents grow more brazen
in their encroachment
and yet who did the initial invading?
squirrels and groundhogs
are living in attic and basement
common sight now the jack rabbit hopping
through the middle of any neighborhood
in broad daylight no less
Where have you gone to my lovely?
not far I imagine
that much I know
for who can outrun a thunderstorm?
neither the one in the distance
nor that inside of you
© 2005
Revised © 2016
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06/23/2005 Posted on 06/23/2005
Copyright © 2025 Chris Sorrenti
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jersey D Gibson on 06/23/05 at 12:14 PM Sanity among confusion... brilliant!
yer pal
Jersey |
| Posted by Maureen Glaude on 06/23/05 at 01:19 PM this incoroporates much of the mood and paradox of our times. While one sudden sighting of wildlife in man's assumed new territory stirs interest and admiration, growing populations of them make us wonder who's in the wrong place, and how to we all live together in harmony and respect? The theme you and I've discussed recently in depth. Fine poem on the topic, and on much more. |
| Posted by Jacki M Butler on 06/24/05 at 02:46 AM Excellent poem. I know about the storm inside. It thunders on every moment. Good to know its not just me :-) Nice job |
| Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 06/26/05 at 04:04 PM it's kind of a whirlwind of raw power. and i suppose we were the original invaders. and the last stanza speaks volumes beyond that which any thunderstorm could create. great piece chris. |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 06/28/05 at 04:19 AM Well, this can be read on two different planes. One is on the chain of cause and effect, effect causing a cause for yet another effect.Besides, I see some kind of a longing.Never could stay out of the water
for very long''but in the very next line it takes you on a different dimension
the stasis comes and goes
remade in the symmetry
of the new flesh
molecules collapse
reorganize themselves to perfection
as it was in the beginning
so it will be in the end''
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| Posted by David R Spellman on 07/18/05 at 10:27 PM Certainly makes one wonder about many things - climate change, man's overpopulation and impact on the earth, etc. With a foreboding of ill winds to follow, this one is both historic and possibly prophetic. Love the style! |
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