Patter, patter, boom
The sky is torn and shredded
The night is crying
The Night is Crying
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I Scream at The Top of my Lungs
I scream at the top of my lungs, overcome with annoyance. I lift a flipper, and shove my brother splash into the icy water. Serves him right. That greedy guy would do anything for the last silverfish.
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The Storm Has Arrived
The storm has arrived;
It’s breath steals mine
And makes
the wind shriek
The storm has arrived;
It smothers my warmth
And makes
The fires die
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Together
If we can't be one, then we are none.
Comments
This is only a haiku so I'm not easily able to elaborate on the ways I respond to this piece, except that I just wanted to say that this is a perfect and succinct little gem of a poem about a thunderstorm! In all my years of reading, I've never seen anyone describe the sky as "torn" or "shredded," so that stuck out to me. Substituting "wailing" (or another similar word) for "crying" might elevate the piece even more!
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