Wednesday, 31 July 2013

Poetry Thursday 73 - Summer storm


A poem in the style of a sonnet.


Summer Storm

The sibilant sound of rain on the road
driving up summer smells from hot tarmac.
Nothing but brief respite from overload
of sun, humidity and of air lack.
Ribbons of lightning bolts from cloud to ground
striking only once in a spot it’s said.
Sears through humid air a splitting sound
thunder rolling – an overture of dread.
The storm rolls away leaving in its’ wake
a freshness, relief from the oppression
but the reprieve is nothing more than fake
presaging weather re-visitation.

Who can fail to enjoy the treat of storms?
Nature’s untamed violence in all its forms.
©David L Atkinson July 2013


In the news today is another case of a terminally ill patient wanting the high court to give the go ahead for assisted suicide in the UK. It really doesn't feel right to me. A haiku on the subject.

Assisted Suicide?

Life is God given
Chill of realisation
Man must live with it!
©David L Atkinson July 2013



God Bless