This poem is sort of different! In rhyme for each line, but really not typical of all the poems I write. Sort of tells a story of how a storm would suddenly appear. Maybe I was lazy the day that I wrote it and made short sentences for that reason, don’t know.
Light goes by
Pinpricks lost in sky
Clouds in mass
Dewdrops on grass
Water turns to gas
Lightning hits the ground
Thunder makes sound
A veil drops down
A witch’s brew
As the mixture grew
The weather flew
A well-known theory of weather mixed with one of the reality of life with each other. A mixture of the two to give a simile that makes one wonder.
Chaos of Life 2015-45
A butterfly – on a flower in a field in Beijing
Lifts up its dainty gossamer wings to fly in the Spring
Creating eddies and swirls of current in the air
affecting wind patters to places so afar
changing multitudes of a here and there Isobar.
Chaos reigns from a small simple act
making weather prediction not a foregone fact.
What changes in life are made every day
from a simple whisper in an ear
of what we might say
Far reaching changes that touch one or another
due to an action made with man’s sister or brother.
Who can not say that what we do
may forever affect whoever who…..