Another new poem

While working this morning, a thunder storm rolled past my area.

 

Here is the result of such powerful inspiration.

 

Thunder from a high rise office building

By Kimberly L. McClune

May 24, 2011

 

Muffled rumbling,

Long and low across the sky,

Resounds.

 

Sustained drum roll,

Resonant explosive charge

Detonates in the air.

 

Sepulchral vibrations,

Dampened roars

Linger, echoing into the distance.

 

Growling barrage

Reverberates, shrouded and soft

As the storm slowly abates.

 

Hoarse peal of thunder,

Murky and inhibited,

Fades, cloaked in dull clouds.

 

Restrained whispers,

The stifled booms,

Choked and Distorted,

 

Remove to the hills

Beyond the somber,

Dampened landscape.

Weather as inspiration

Almost anything can inspire.  I take that back.  Anything can inspire.  After all inspiration is getting ideas from something that you come in contact with, something that makes you think, do, create.

Well, putting my child to bed tonight, we listened to the rain on her skylights.  The following was inspired by that experience, by the sound of the drops, by her trying to settle down to sleep.

Julia’s Rain

By Kimberly L. McClune

May 18, 2011

Trying to sleep

The low lit room was alive

With fresh, soft sound.

Rain tapped

Pita-pat on her window,

Roof,

Skylights.

Listening

Her body became the rain

Her feet, tiny dancing droplets

Her legs, big fat drops,

Splat

Her body, mist clinging to the air

Suspended

Her arms, great sheets of rain

Attacking sideways

Her head,

The sound itself.

Echoing in her ears

Cotton balls

Fairies feet

Drum roll

Fingers tapping

No rhythm

No pattern

Nothing sensible

It filled her completely,

Embodying the rain

Falling purposefully,

At first slowly, softly,

Then fearfully,

A weight.  Averse to landing,

She cuddled closely in the soft blanket.

Feeling the rain push onward

Press down,

Caress her consciousness

Lulling,

Cradling,

Hush.

Taken by the rain,

She slept.

New Spring Poem

Was inspired yesterday morning by the fresh clean air and started to compose this.  I hope you enjoy it and that it brings you to the same place I found myself.

 

New Morning

By Kimberly L. McClune

May 13, 2011

 

Long cool shadows

Stretched across the sleek, glossy lawn.

Speckled sunlight

Illuminates dewdrops

Clinging to bud and blade.

 

Chirp embellished breezes

Whisper through

Newly dressed branches.

 

Crisp, clean and fresh

The air envelopes my arms, my shoulders,

My hair.

 

Pungent with recent rain

The air is full and sweet.

Old, empty billows

Slowly creep toward the horizon.

Clean, blue sky follows,

Brightened by the new sun.