Somber Serenade

Composed 4/6/16
Description: A belated entry for Day 5 of NaPoWriMo. Apparently I am destined to push these out in twos… Anyway, it started raining.

Wind sweeps through and the raindrops hit
Hard against windows
The branches moan and thunder booms
That ominous crescendo
Which sends little creatures scurrying away
In fear of unknown peril
Yet I stare out into the storm and sigh
And press my cheek into a pillow

Spring Storms

Composed 4/28/14
Description: (Day 28 of NaPoWriMo as promised) I hope it storms tonight….

A calmness settles in the air
‘til lightning strikes and static flares
I feel the build in every hair
and jump when thunder booms and scares

Of its power I’m well aware
And yet this brings me no despair
I am cautious, I do beware
But its wonder leads me to stare

I laugh and curl up in my chair
and sit and watch within my lair
The view is better with a pair
Encourage the storm if you dare

Smoke

Composed 5/15/13
Description: A personal piece based on recent events and revelations. I ended up experimenting a little more with symbolism in this one. It will be interesting to see what you all think of it!

I sit next to my cinnamon tornado
Less thunderous now that I’m not coating him
In my usual mix of hot and cold
Though the console’s stockpile of
Fragrant tobacco might be
The origin of his placid breeze

We’re separated by all that
Smoke
Evidenced by his words
Like agnostic and don’t give a shit
And drunk
And though cinnamon is fine
Delicious
In small doses
I know I could never tolerate a mouthful

But through all that smoke
Between us
I still see him
Depression and laughter and
Brilliance and madness
All that debris
Twisting around inside him

Perhaps, come winter,
There will be less tobacco
Less wind
Less cinnamon
Less smoke