Weather-Painted Clowns

i love Oklahoma storms

And her heart was dancing in the thunder

 

As she laid still and frozen

With the tube in her arm

On the sterilized bed

Her heart was dancing in the thunder

And there was rain in her head—

 

Rain like what

Used to come down

By that lake in Oklahoma

When her father was still around

 

And they’d sit and stare

Weather-painted clowns,

Watching the wind wave the leaves around

                And

Dancing in the thunder,

 

Counting the lightning as it hit:

                One

                Two

                Three,

And the paces in between

Of the beat it kept:

A peculiar sort of fireworks,

 

But

 

Oh

 

It was the fourth of July

 

And her heart was dancing in the thunder.

 

For eighty-one years today

Her heart

Dances

                In the thunder.

 

Reviews

[Michael X]

Heartfelt and well written, the images of thunder, and weather painted clouds, a sterilized bed,
tube in the arm, work to create an environment of despair, as the hope in a memory that brings

about a comforting feeling lends strength to persevere through tribulation, reserve energy used
in the most trial of times, as its things that give hope that bring about overcoming, nicely done,

I liked how such imagery feeds into feeling of sentiment and inspiration to remember better times.
Take care, Mike

[Forist.johnston]

Short and simple: Loved it =]

Kudos to you!

[Jules]

This is a really great poem! I used to live in Oklahoma, so I know what they're storms are like, and the words in the poem reminded me of them. This was really beautiful.

[Dressed in Poetry]

Mmmm, I love storms too. Last night's storm was lovely. This poem is beautiful.

[Legion]

Well that is just melancholy beautiful. Great visuals. Bring on the rain then. Well done.