Silver Dragon

A thunderstorm poem

 

 

Distress filled roars

bellow;

warning of the

silver dragon

 

breathing flames

of electrical current

echoing through

misty hollows

 

stark in night, scars of battle

normally shadowed by the

glint of non-existence

 

as

 

tentacle arms reach;

searching,

a crackling living entity;

 

dangerous inarticulate cries

follow the pathway

of a teardrop

to peace

 

Reviews

[Seracies]

Beautiful. It was sharp and clean, like the fresh tang in the air after a thunderstorm. You captured the mood wonderfully.

[Nancy Lee Shrader]

Oh darn I wish I had written that. Great poem

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I like this very much. Strong imagery. Comparing the components of a thunderstorm to a silver dragon is excellent. I'm putting this in my favorites.

[Salvatore Buttaci]

Of course I love your poem, especially the last stanza:
dangerous inarticulate cries

follow the pathway

of a teardrop

to peace


Sal