❦ Night Storms ❦

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There’s a crack
In the sky tonight
Thunder thrashes
At my window…pain
And all I want to do
Is pull you closer.

Lightning flashes
In the distance
I begin the countdown
And wonder if it’s as far away
As you are.

The wind crashes
Into the aged pine
In the yard below
Taunting me
With its belligerent hunger
And I spin in circles
Once, twice, thrice before I fall.

That thunderstorm
Outside the window…(pain)
Keeps thrashing, flashing, crashing
But I keep dancing,
Fading into sweet oblivion
And then I drop…
Into a tawdry cacophony
Of whispered dreams.

My phone slips quietly from my sleeping hand. ♥︎


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45 thoughts on “❦ Night Storms ❦

  1. Call Me When the Storms Come

    One Mississippi
    Two Mississippi
    Three Mississippi
    When you feel lightning
    Count Mississippi

    One Mississippi
    Two Mississippi
    Three Mississippi
    To know when thunder
    Will shudder your frame

    One Mississippi
    Two Mississippi
    Three Mississippi
    To measure the distance
    From our storm.

    Count with me
    Vibrant shades
    Of green glistening
    As dew drips off leaves
    Into your palm.

    Spin with me
    Through the arch
    Those two branches
    Make before they fall
    Into the wind crashing.
    .
    Whisper to me the notes
    Of your sweet oblivion
    When you feel lightning
    Count Mississippi
    To measure our distance.

    1. So this poem is less autobiographical. Originally it was simply a more childlike reflection on the counting Mississippi idea, however, after I read your poem, I was reminded of the original. Your poem then inspired a nearly complete re-write. Which is my thought on what is being said on the other end of the line of the phone that is dropped.

    2. I am not a big QR fan on the whole, but SL is one of my all-time favorites as well, a beautiful song that sets an amazing mood.

      This poem is not autobiographical, but rather draws from an idea I had about counting Mississippi in a thunderstorm (which is autobiographical for everyone, right?) but never quite got me the poem I wanted, was more childlike whimsy kind of stuff.

      When I read your poem this morning, I realized I had a whole new direction to take my original idea, completely rewrote it inspired by your poem to changed it into what I think is being thought on the other end of that phone that dropped…

  2. Some nights the night storms, within and without, leave you empty and hollow, but with the hope that tomorrow’s sun, will fill those spaces again! I so relate to the night described….and the closing lines are beautiful – But I keep dancing,
    Fading into sweet oblivion
    And then I drop…
    Into a tawdry cacophony
    Of whispered dreams.

  3. Boom, baby! I loved how there’s a storm raging in the poet’s soul which seems to be in battle with the elements of nature. Beautifully crafted, JM! ⚡️💋

  4. What a beautiful piece of writing, JM. I hope whoever inspired this appreciates the love and sincerity and reciprocates. But mainly I hope you didn’t roll onto your phone and keep the emergency services busy throughout the night 🙂

      1. Oops! Hope that’s not an omen, 😉 just let him know you cradled it close all night 🙂 and the emergency service operator didn’t hear any snoring 😉

    1. Thank you for your support. I deeply appreciate it. I fumble with the words sometimes…so hearing encouraging words like yours is really special. You kinda made my day. 🙂 Have a wonderful one!

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