Thursday, July 06, 2006

Lightning Strikes in Early Morning Fog
By Don Iannone

Early morning
...before the sun and light.
Even before my conscious mind
catches up with its unconscious partner.
Dull wispy thoughts linger
...maybe from a dream, or
...just some syrypy residue
...from the day before.
It's quiet.
More so than usual.
I don't mind the emptiness.
It fills me in an odd sort of way.
Two days ago
...lightning struck very near us.
We felt small...and helpless.
It struck again this morning
...this time inside me.
I felt cleansed and free.

15 comments:

Poetry by Kai said...

than u ......
i'm welll
:)

Don Iannone said...

Good Kai. I am well also.

Pat Paulk said...

Excellent! Love the ending!!

samuru999 said...

I really like this poem.
I love the ending also.

Don Iannone said...

Thanks Pat.

Thanks Samuru999.

Hey, and I love the ending myself.

Dan said...

Ah. So...

Don Iannone said...

Thanks Brother Dan.

Ghost Particle said...

came here from gautami's. Great great poetry. SOmething personal, exploring bigger meanings.

Don Iannone said...

Nice to have you and thanks for the comment. Blessings to you Ghost Particle!

jim said...

I am glad I stuck around a bit longer after commenting on the poll, I love this poem, it is exceptional..'It's quiet.' yes, Yes, that is very filling, and enlightening.

Thanks for a jewel early in the day.

Don Iannone said...

You're welcome Jim. Sometimes I splip 'em in there...Thanks for the vote of support.

Imemine said...

Natural violence. It's not personal.

Don Iannone said...

Imemine...natural violence? I agree it's not personal. Is it really violence?

Kathleen said...

beautiful poem Don...!

Don Iannone said...

Kathleen...thank you. Hope you are well.

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