I Hear The Thunder CrashingA Poem by Chris G. Vaillancourt
Patterns, aching, destruction.
I wander in a daze, capturing the
It is a restless drone that precedes
Clock is ticking,
Somebody is waiting to die.
Jumping shallow in a pool deeply toned
Anger, rejection, reflection.
Pools of bombs exploding in a shallow zone.
I grab a tire and it rolls me,
over the druid passages of underwater lights
I hear the thunder crashing,
© 2011 Chris G. Vaillancourt
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Chris G. Vaillancourt
Windsor, Ontario, Canada
AboutOver 200 of my poems have appeared in more than one hundred journals in the U.S. and Canada, in Japan and Australia, and the U.K. I have had a series of chapbooks published in the 1980's by 4 Wi.. more..
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