Weather Forecast

Submitted by Ali Grimshaw

Light does not fall on us equally.
There are hours of gentle illumination, while some remain in shadow.
Random flashes which leave you for no reason at the front of the line.
Or the end, randomly burned, scorched,
with head shaking disbelief. Tranquil dusk light on leaves.
Other days blinded into paralysis, unable to see a way forward.

I remain in a thundercloud waiting room, counting shadows like minutes.
Weatherizing my soul before the next hurricane.
Steadfast, determined in my stance, for a return of the glow
In stillness it will find me.
Sun’s warm hand on my back again.
This too shall pass


Photo credit: JMW Turner – Buttermere Lake

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11 thoughts

  1. Lots of wondrous lines are in this poem, and “Weatherizing my soul before the next hurricane” is visually encapsulating. Ali’s works are quite superb.

      1. My pleasure Ali, and a nice surprise for me today, Vita Brevis are publishing one of poems next Thurs 21st, I’m quite thrilled, it’s really a great magazine and forum for our writings to be represented in. 🙄

        1. I agree. Congratulations on your poem. I look forward to reading it. I think it is a great magazine and I have really enjoyed reading the variety of poems they have been publishing.

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