Lightning cascades in a violent flash from the upper atmosphere, striking some random point in the distance.
A static charge momentarily fills the air with the faint smell of ozone.
Hairs stand on end as rain washes over my face, awakening all my senses.
A cold wind blows through my body, and lifts me away from myself, through and up above the swirling clouds of dark turmoil into a tranquil sea of soft white under a crisp sky blue.
I feel thunder pulsing beneath me as I continue to rise upward, and away from the storm below, and all that it needed to wash clean.
"Up, up and away!" I hear my own childhood voice shout.
Just like when Dad would throw me up into the air, and catch me like Superman.
As I rise, I feel the warmth of the sun on my face, and an inner peace only a subconscious mind can manifest.
My alarm clock rings.
| I love storms and the electric feeling u get from them!|
I liked the descriptions and the tone of the piece and like all of us, when that alarm rings it tis over just like that! Darn the working, waking reality!
|| Posted on 2005-05-27 00:00:00 | by Epiphany | [ Reply to This ] || an interesting piece this is. this sounded like a dream to me about ur childhood or something that u used to play pretend and u dreamt about. cuz ur alarm rings and all u can think is damnit cuz thats what i think every morning too when i wake up. lol. nice work.|
|| Posted on 2005-05-26 00:00:00 | by Day DreaMeR | [ Reply to This ] || This was good, I liked how you describe the storm and how it made you feel, then you conected the feelings to memories of the past. The ending took away from the poem in my opinion. It seemed like you were rushing to finish, maybe you should consider altering the ending a bit.|
|| Posted on 2005-05-26 00:00:00 | by kp_2007 | [ Reply to This ] |