Tuesday, May 24, 2011

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,



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.

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

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,

Her body became the rain
Her feet, tiny dancing droplets
Her legs, big fat drops,
Her body, mist clinging to the air
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
Taken by the rain,
She slept.

Saturday, May 14, 2011

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.