Morning Before The Storm

[theirishsea]

Rode down to gas up
found the clouds threatening
the roar and spark
of mad God
and here under the canopy
can't tremble enough to satisfy

the wind takes dead leaves
swirls the tranquility
until we can't think
except in noise
the timbre, the bass
vibrating

left my education in a notebook
can't read my longhand writing
letters barbwire across the page
God is a stranger in a range rover
changing lanes
honking
giving the finger to the little children
going to school for science, meaning
and I watch
a storm encroaching from above
where is love?
where is love?
it has to start
above?

[saw]

there must be more than trips along the beltway,
and you have captured the wondering ...about more

believing in love and empathy may be our entire purpose here,
much to ponder

[whoaisme]

you really nailed it from start to finish.

keep writing hard!

[Doreen Peri]

FANtastic! I'm a fan. Last stanza brought it home. Fine writing.