I took this photo of lightning last summer in Danbury, Connecticut.
Thunder and Lightning
Flash!
An enlightened moment
of photon intensity
blinds the eye
and elicits the waiting
for thunderous rumble
that rattles a frame;
its invisible command
churns, collides, erupts.
Hellish and healing,
emptied tears
emptied tears
cross a parched terrain:
Flood!
Jeanne I. Lakatos 2011


Your poem is full of the energy thunder and lightning produce .... I can feel it.
ReplyDeleteI always do that counting thing to see how close the storm is to us. It has been a scary thing to watch. And it's true that storms can be both hellish and healing.
ReplyDelete"Thunderous rumble that rattles the frame"... Loved the swing!
ReplyDeleteThe photo is incredible and such a good match for the poem. I also like the way it flows into tears and tears to flood...
ReplyDeleteHelen: Thank you so much!
ReplyDeleteDana: I had originally written in the counting part, but removed it. Yes, It's "One locomotive, two locomotive..."
Jinksy: Didn't realize this one had a swing to it. As a music lover, I guess it dances in. ;)
B & B: Thank you for dropping by. We had wicked thunderstorm last year, and I told myself, "This time, I'm going to capture the lightning!" It was a challenge, for sure! Thank you!
"Hellish and healing" is a fine turn of phrase. Your language mimics the urgency of a thunderstorm. Nice work, Jeanne.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Chris. Nothing like a Georgia thunderstorm to mimic urgency!
ReplyDelete(I lived in Atlanta for 12 years.)
Too much of a good thing leads to disaster. I am so sorry for the people losing their homes in the floods.
ReplyDeleteTrue, Jabblog. A terrible situation, indeed! Thanks for dropping by.
ReplyDelete"emptied tears cross a parched terrain"
ReplyDeleteI really like that personification.
Thank you, M.A.S. and thanks for dropping by.
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