Storm Ending

BY JEAN TOOMER

Thunder blossoms gorgeously above our heads,
Great, hollow, bell-like flowers,
Rumbling in the wind,
Stretching clappers to strike our ears . . .
Full-lipped flowers
Bitten by the sun
Bleeding rain
Dripping rain like golden honey-
And the sweet earth flying from the thunder
 
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luzmota23

Submitted by luzmota23 on

This poem , inspires me for some reason i look deeply in to the meaning and think .

cutiemeh

Submitted by cutiemeh on

An interesting poem, keep posted. thanks for sharing.