Psychic Storm

Early morning rumble, a rude awakening,
a thunderstorm.

The ancients knew;
they weren’t burdened
by low-pressure systems.

The gods were speaking to them;
they reflected on the message.

My psyche conflicted as to
being the, ‘Master of the
Universe’, or just another
fauna form, no more, no less.

Now, all room lights out except for Nature’s
occasional radiance.
Where room becomes a ‘Warner Brothers’ haunted
castle scene.

Storm stay, I am enraptured,
captivated, and enchanted,
by your force majeure.

I thank Zeus and subordinates
for these moments.

The storm has moved on,
clichéd rainbow on horizon.

Reflections.


Puma/MMIX
Copyright:2009/Tony Puma
‘Voices in my head, verses to be read’.