Yesterday's Thunder - a Poem
Thundering storm wet my feet
Barefooted sensing the ground
Running wild across the greens
Up the inclining rocks
Looking beneath the leaping waters
Extending arms, I shout to the heavens
Not minding an angry bolt of lightning
To cut me in half, strip me naked.
Cold rain ran down my spine
All senses start to shiver
subdued by heavy raindrops
Pattering painfully above my head...
Rumbling sounds within
those dark, thick clouds
Ruled me alone where I stood
Splitting me away from you.
A new day came
Leaving that day to yesterday
Where anytime when thunder comes to haunt
It's all but memories of a past
A yesterday that has to last.
Composed 1992. ©coffeegginmyrice (Marites Mabugat-Simbajon), Yesterday's Thunder (a poem), 04.10.2012