Poetry

Whether System {a #poem}

Texas Sky April 2011  

Thunderclouds

are roiling on the horizon,

stacking up East-wise,

threatening to move in–

move in and dump.

But they’re whiter

than white can be

and only so much vapor.

I imagine their

rumbling high over
distant mountains,
molecules leaving mess

and mayhem, headed this way.

But there’s no
running for cover.
Hand over hand,

huddle-like, we refuse

the fear they are wont

to bring, all noise and

show and billow.

Pillow-high, they’re forced
skyward by the whether system
moving their way.
Truth rises, air pressure

changes and they dissipate

feather-like, gossamer

strands unraveling

and blowing invisible
away.

 

 

 

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13 Comments

  • Brian Miller

    we finally got a storm last night…amazing…and made it cool this morning…so i know the relief a storm might bring…and not wanting to miss it…this goes beyond a storm though to me…smiles….enjoyed…

  • Jody Lee Collins

    Karin yes, I knew it was you……..your comments are wonderful. thanks.
    (not sure about the Blogger issue from your end.)
    'outlawyer' eh? and 'manicddaily' is better? you make me smile.

  • Semaphore

    The weather, with its sudden change of fortunes, its onrush of storms… Wonderful idea for a metaphor…

  • Manicddaily

    First – the photo is just beautiful. But this whole idea of the “whether” system is so clever. It's the ambiguity that sometimes gets you – those moments before the storm hits (or is over) and you just don't know how bad it's going to be. That can be harder than the bad stuff. (Well, maybe not the really bad stuff.) AT any rate, loved the billowing and pillowing of this! Take care! Hope you get some cooler days! k.

    PS – this is me Karin, Manicddaily – your blog keeps wanting to use an old blogger account that I never really used called outlawyer – it's fine, but just to say.

  • Jody Lee Collins

    Ro–it is so encouraging just to hear everyone's kind words–so uplifting. Thanks for commenting.

    Bless you.

  • Jody Lee Collins

    Thank you, Diane. That is a long time for a storm. God honors your perserverance–Hallelujah, God is faithful!

  • Diane Ronzino

    I've just come through seven years of storm upon storm. Finally, the skies are clear, and The Son is shinning. Beautiful poem!

  • ells

    we are neighbors at PD today…love this poem…standing strong…not hiding in fear…may His love carry you and your family right to the very center of the storm…His heart…where there we find our peace. blessings to you~

  • Jody Lee Collins

    Beth, I live inthe Seattle area, so rain is a way of life for us. I feel so deeply/badly for everyone where there's a drought. It's awful, I know.

    Thanks for your kind words.

  • Beth

    Beautiful prose, Jody! If you're anything like we are here in Southern Illinois, you're wishing those storm clouds would dump some much needed rain! This season without rain has me considering spiritual implications as well. Thanks for the thought-provoking post!

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