What is a storm?

The lightning hissed across the sky
the wrath of the storm raged to the new horizon
the trail left nothing
no one untouched.
Saint or Sinner
it fell upon all the same.
The tornado that ran west
was it retribution for the woman in Kinross?
The lightning doesn't aim its bolt
to every blameless victim still?
The vengeance of wind and hail
there is no judgement upon us.
A storm is sometimes just a storm.
Quiet again
Zeus doesn't live here anymore.


Linked at Poets and Storytellers United: Weekly Scribblings #14: Let's use Pathetic Fallacy, shall we?

10 comments:

  1. I was hooked by the opening line itself! A fabulous write, Joel!💝

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    1. Thank you, Sanaa. I appreciate your kind words and I'm glad you liked this.

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  2. I like your poem, but now I have the overwhelming urge to ask: What woman in Kinross?

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    1. I didn't know her personally but she was killed a couple of years ago and Kinross is a small town near the farm. Was the storm meant for her judgement day? Is there meaning beyond some random tragic event?
      I'm not one to say, Rosemary. Thank you, though. I'm glad you liked this.

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  3. Wind and hail are more than capable of wreaking havoc .... I do hope they don't sit in judgement though.

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    1. I'm still finding pieces of a neighbors shed in my fields after a storm hit 5 years ago. I agree with you, Helen. Thank you.

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  4. I want to know about the woman in Kinross too. We just had a pretty wild storm here. It even hailed for a bit.

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    1. We had hail yesterday as well. Spring storms!
      I didn't know her and Kinross is a small town near us. Someone may draw meaning from this random force from nature. I don't want to think of it as a judgement upon her.

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  5. When we need to blame it comes in handy to have a misbehaving person in our Kinross.
    Nice writing, Joel
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    1. I didn't know her and Kinross is a small town near us. I find it hard to believe a weather event is conjured up in judgement of one person. A lighting bolt on a clear blue sky might change my mind, though. Thanks, Jim. I appreciate the kind words.

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