after the storm is this, the lingering headache and colors
I run through the thundering waters
the sky’s tears, the sky’s laughter
the steady beat tapping out
too soon subsiding in exhaustion.
wait, wait! In every tiny reflection, in every color
we wait, wait with every breath held back
my feverish pen halts, my feverish thoughts dim
hold hands up to the storm
fingers intertwined, in sudden silence.
(this is in the background…)
I saw the sky on fire through my kitchen window tonight, and grabbed my camera. The wind had died to nothing, the world was silent, and the clouds were running away. What beauty!
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you are an amazing talent! beautiful photo AND poem.
Wow – that is an incredible color in the sky. Such beauty from such turbulence.
(and i love the song…It’s giving me chills. Never heard of Jonsi before – will definitely have to check him out.)
“Red sky at morning, sailor’s warning; red sky at night, sailor’s delight” – as was your picture and poem.
Pooneh-thank you!
Ryan-He is the lead singer of Sigur Ros, from Iceland. If you ever get an opportunity to see him live, it is the most amazing thing. I’ve been meaning to make a music post, I’ll have to do that soon.
Valerie-thank you. 🙂
amazing shot! lovely words.
This is so beautiful Sholeh, thank you! I can’t believe that photo is real! Wow!