(Poem 154 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
The darkening sky
has balled up her fists,
begun to glower,
and let her rage roil.
The sudden assault
when she unleashes
a torrent is surprising
for its violent beauty.
@Home Studio – 154th poem of the year
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All images created by Rebekah Marshall’s prompts using AI on Gencraft.com website.
(Poem 63 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
There’s a tempest in my teacup
that I don’t know how to quell
despite attempts to cool the storm
and break the awful spell.
Sometimes I simply tarry awhile,
take time to make some toast;
eventually things settle down-
no more than an hour at most.
Believe me, I wish I knew a way
to keep things calm and still,
but once my tea begins to roar
no one can oppose its will.
Perhaps someday my tea will learn
to behave like a proper cup,
but until then I’ll gently stir,
wait for peace and drink up.
@Home Studio – 63rd poem of the year
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