Wednesday, February 17, 2016
Two Poems by Roger G. Singer
A song of devil dare forced a crazy going,
pushing back while hammering out a day swollen
with clouds and wind.
A broken night rumbled like passing trains
thundering through, heavy with rusted metal,
beating a rhythm without equal.
Lightening streaked, slamming the sky,
sawing the air with bold power,
blinding quickly and then gone,
A quiet horizon slowly absorbs
a flat bronze evening sky,
its edges melting into a dusky mist.
There were no low rumbles
or gusts of wind or clouds
forming and reforming;
a weighted silence pressed down
onto a solemn ground.
It was a moment of looking up,
wondering what would be next.
Preparing for change. Waiting.
Soon, the bronze sky faded.
Silence continued. Dusk yielded
into night, painting everything black.