Peaceful Storm (imitation) by Abhishek Raol

Peaceful Storm (imitation)
Tapping against the windows
like an army of Irish dancers
blurring my vision outside

A rumbling of their drums
from the distant dark clouds
turning the day into a bright

gloomy hostile night
Our wold being submerged
into the grey water

becoming the new lost city
like Atlantis, just a myth
despite the chaos and the drowning

the storm slows my heart beat
eases my mind into a peaceful slumber
listening my world go under as I go under



BY HOWARD NEMEROV

People are putting up storm windows now,   

Or were, this morning, until the heavy rain   

Drove them indoors. So, coming home at noon,   

I saw storm windows lying on the ground,   

Frame-full of rain; through the water and glass

I saw the crushed grass, how it seemed to stream   

Away in lines like seaweed on the tide

Or blades of wheat leaning under the wind.

The ripple and splash of rain on the blurred glass   

Seemed that it briefly said, as I walked by,   

Something I should have liked to say to you,

Something ... the dry grass bent under the pane   

Brimful of bouncing water ... something of   

A swaying clarity which blindly echoes

This lonely afternoon of memories

And missed desires, while the wintry rain   

(Unspeakable, the distance in the mind!)

Runs on the standing windows and away.