Sublime

aabigailmarie

As I stood on the edge Of the pavements curve, My toes tipped over So I could fully observe. Tipping back my head Feeling the enraged skies' cry, Drip, dripping upon my skin Whilst inhaling the twilight sky. Clouds of chilled air Helplessly spiral as it descends, Coaxing the seas approval Tempting her hand as a friend. A single jolt of lightening Lit up the charcoal horizon, For when the stained tears shone through The fulfilled world brightened. In that moment I was free And that moment was mine, A rush of life Exposed the sublime.
  • Author: aabigailmarie (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 3rd, 2016 04:19
  • Category: Nature
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  • BRIAN & ANGELA

    WELCOME ABIGAIL- Love your first poem. Thunderstorms and thunder and lightning itself are awesome spectacles, Thanks for sharing the emotion of it. As you say when we dare ti interact with the power and force of nature it does release us from our own petty niggles and EXPOSES us to the SUBLIME. Thanks - BRIAN



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