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Seven seconds
Is what I count as veins of
Lightning rend the skyline, ending summer.
Earth and I—consumed,
Nuanced by our inner storms & sense of wonder—
Cannot make a sound (while all is)
Evanescent—while we’re under heaven, waiting for the thunder.
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Gina C.
Poet | Author | Architect of Worlds
Sowing stories rooted in culture, origin, metamorphosis, resilience, language & love via fantasy, myth, magical realism & botanical prose
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Comments (14)
This is sublime, Gina!
Adore the last line in this one! And overall an outstanding piece!
Fabulous nature poem!!! Love it!!!❤️❤️💕
Whoaaaa, this was absolutely gorgeous! Loved your Acrostic!
Dear Gc - As you often say in comments re; my Silly Shorts/and Goofy Sketches. You have a 'Unique' ability to bring out metaphors with the 'Thunder' that is coming all around us of late. - My Respect - J.k.in.l.a.
Beautiful poem, Gina!
Beautiful poem :)
Top story feel. Excellent work Gina, as always you win 🏅
Very striking imagery (hehe, just a little punny), but I do mean it. I felt the hairs raise on my arms a bit, as though a storm was rolling in. Beautiful work, my friend :)
That brief moment before the boom. Beautiful piece.
Yes! There is always the silent lightening before the thunder. Wonderful Gina. We don’t get a lot here but when we do I enjoy it. ☺️ ⚡️
Wonderful Weather Words , excellent work
The contrast between the ephemeral nature of the lightning and the enduring sense of wonder creates a powerful dynamic. Love your poem! 💌
Beautiful poem!