Thursday, August 21, 2008

Late Summer Poem

Indomitable

Metal tangs dusty air,
and devils dance—
lightning threads fire in the west.

Green sky looms,
thunder threatens—
gorged black clouds oppress the light.

Fire stabs, scattering
the blood of clouds—
fat warm drops blessing my face.

Trees bow before the wind
but I stand, arms outspread,
welcoming the storm.

c. 2006

6 comments:

Phy said...

See, now /that's/ poetry!

The Texican said...

Mikey likes it. Very good Keanan. I would enter that one if you haven't already. When you get the check just send me an encouragers fee. Pappy

BT said...

Lovely poem. Inspiring. I adore storms.

Thanks for visiting my blog too.
x

Jadesmith said...

Good stuff, Keanan!

KEANAN BRAND said...

Thanks, y'all!

That poem was originally written during a time of summer storms a couple years ago, when I was trying to help a kid at the Club prepare an entry for the annual poetry contest. She picked the topic (storms), and I challenged her by writing on the same topic, just to show her it IS possible to compose poetry on almost any subject.

(I'll make sure to cut you in on the monetary remunerations, Pap.)

Pamela Terry and Edward said...

This is lovely. Is it yours? If so, bravo!