Thunderbird — a poem

Originally sold to Forgotten Ground Regained and Alliteration; featured in my forthcoming "Concrete in Watercolor" collection.

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July 18-19 you can catch me at Governor’s Island for the NYC poetry festival. where I’ll be tabling and reading both days. There I’ll be releasing a new poetry collection called Concrete in Watercolor. It will focus more on free verse poems and metrical poems in contrast to the alliterative meter I focused on for The Greenwood Poet, but the subject matter will be the concrete and steel of NYC. Think of it as romantic urban development. You can order directly from me on Ingram for $5 less than everywhere else, ensuring at the same time I get treble the royalty:

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Also make sure to add, rate, and want-to-read all my books on Goodreads. Today’s sample from the book originally sold to Forgotten Ground Regained and Alliteration. It’s one of the alliterative meter exceptions.

Thunderbird

The thunderstorm streams in a rain bomb
Into the reeds and clear islets,
Washing from waters to waters again. 
You will think that it fell thunderous
From a cumulonimbus. But the nimbus of sun
Has limned each tree with liquid golden
Hour again. So great was the rain, 
Where else could it emerge? Maybe you’ll focus 
On the wings of the heron who took weather
With him into air. I would have missed
The storm wall in the wings of that fowl
Had he neglected to turn, glistening bank,
Gracing the waters with waters again. 

I refuse to believe that future rainstorms
Happen any other way. 

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PROMPT: Write a poem about the hardest, heaviest rainstorm you’ve ever witnessed in the comments.