The thunder and lightning last night brought in the negative ions but didn’t clear the air – the meteorologists tell us this central Massachusetts area is due for triple digit weather – mm we’ll see.
This is an opportunity to stay quiet and contemplate this world that we live in. Prepare yourself to write or sit down right now and let your pen flow with all the weather thoughts that you can conjure up. Set it aside then use what you’ve written as a basis for a poem.
As I move throw the years weather becomes more and more important to me – I can feel the barometric changes in my head – dreadful really. Here’s the beginning of a poem initiated after barometric pressure sparked migraine pain.
Request to Masseuse or Lover
How can I live with this
pounding at my face?
A thousand nails surround my eyes,
beat to the tune of my heart.
My neck taut as the hunters bow
muscles tighter than the stag’s in the scope
All the torment one body can bear
Erase the pain with your touch.