Storm Ending
Thunder blossoms gorgeously above our heads
Great, hollow, bell-like flowers,
Rumbling in the wind,
Stretching clappers to strike our ears . . .
Full-lipped flowers
Bitten by the sun
Bleeding rain
Dripping rain like golden honey-
And the sweet earth flying from the thunder.
~ Jean Toomer
Jean Toomer was a poet of the Harlem Renaissance. Read more about him here. I took this photo just 30 minutes after the Joplin, Missouri tornadoes came through.
10 comments:
What an incredible view to be faced with! How long did it stay this way before the colours shifted?
Love the poem... Powerful in its brevity. 'Great, hollow, bell-like' is such a strong description for a flower. Wonderful. Will check Toomer out now....
Amazing word interpretation...
Amazing photo...
"The cottage garden;
most for use designed,
Yet not of beauty destitute."
~Charlotte Smith
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Happy Sunday I love all you share.
Love Jeanne♥
Wow! What an amazing photo. I love the poem, too.
thunder blossoms.....oh how I love
that beautiful notion:)
thanks for the stormy ponder,
Jennifer
Love it!
i want to lay on the grass + look up, here, for a long, long time.
xox
That FIERY sky is AMAZING, Relyn...wonder and fierceness all in one... Wonderful poem that pair so beautifully with your image. Full-lipped flowers...It's getting to be Full-lipped flower time now with spring here. :o) Happy Days, my friend ((HUGS))
The colors in that photo are amazing. Wow! And how wonderful that you knew of a poem that describes your photo just perfectly. Good job Relyn.
Thunder as a blossoming flower is a beautiful idea. I love how Toomer writes it here.
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