Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Okay, So Humility's a Good Thing

I've been out of contact for a while, due to work and life and trying to keep up with ScriptFrenzy. All my braggadocio last month hasn't served me well this month: I'm several pages behind on the script, haven't read several print or online magazines that I like to keep up with, and Episode 12 of Thieves' Honor is still unfinished. And the laptop's motherboard died.

But enough with the depressing stuff. April is National Poetry Month, and though I haven't written any new poetry in a great long while, it's a reminder that progress in writing doesn't have to mean a new chapter in the novel or a finished short story -- it can be as simple as a poem.

Below is one I wrote in 2005, with a couple of revisions since then. It's especially relevant, since Arkansas's usual wild and rowdy spring storms are on their way, maybe even today.

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. 2005, KB


The Texican said...

I rode my motorcycle into one of those green clouded storms in between Little Rock and Fort Smith. Hail is very loud when it hits a motorcycle helmet. I finally gave up at Ozark and waited out the Nadies there. Been there, done that, didn't get a tee shirt, but I don't want to do it again. Great description in your poem. Pappy

Keanan Brand said...


My yard could use some of that rain. Our "storms" have yielded more rumbles than rain.