I Hear The Thunder Crashing

Patterns, aching, destruction. 
Quietness hurting with intensity. 

I wander in a daze, capturing the 
meandering phallic symbols of my going 

and coming 

and seeking 
something. 

It is a restless drone that precedes 

every other 
imagination. 

Clock is ticking, 

Somebody is waiting to die. 

Jumping shallow in a pool deeply toned 
and thinking that the first thing 
I shall have to do is to cut your hair 
until you whimper. 

Anger, rejection, reflection. 

Pools of bombs exploding in a shallow zone. 
Wandering pick-pockets hurtling their defence. 

I grab a tire and it rolls me, 

rolls me, 

over the druid passages of underwater lights 

I hear the thunder crashing, 
crashing and it's smashing 
the deodorant of the metaphor.

Reviews

[Mary Chalmer]

Remarkable imagery, Great poem.

[imagination101]

Awesome emotional read!

[Coyote Poetry]

Strong words made this poem create some wild vision. You went into many directions with the poem.
"Pools of bombs exploding in a shallow zone.
Wandering pick-pockets hurtling their defence. "
I like the ending to this excellent poem.
Coyote

[ClaireBear]

wonderful expressions, emotions, good job!

[TheElfPrincess]

Powerful write, well done. Loved it.

[. serah .]

Amazingly powerful writing!
Unbelievable!

[WatashLegend]

expression is quite good here, well done.

[storiestotell]

So many emotions flowing. Amazing write!

[brenda]

:0 ! amazing i love the ending !:)

[Kenneth S.]

Intense, just stunningly intense.