the air in this room
carries a charge–
I can smell your anger
like ozone rolling
before a thunderstorm,
back straight,
shoulders square,
I am ready for that first flash,
hotter than the surface of the sun
to strike its polar opposite
the second
our eyes meet
Susan Daniels Poetry 
The cyclone? GBV? This poem worries me for I sense the violence that is about to be unleashed in an unequal confrontation! Tell me I am wrong, please!
I should have thought about how disturbing these images might be, as reading this with fresh eyes, I can see how they could be interpreted as real violence, not a mutual anger that cleanses the air.
every reading is valid! and that is the beauty of good poetry – the sharing of meaning codings and decodings between creator and audience!
You are right, Noel–we all see things differently, and I, the speaker, am always surprised by what others see!
Totally wrong, just a musing on how arguments are like thunderstorms that clear the air
This actually came out of my idea for the 4-part poem of elements–and was originally going to be “fire” until I changed my mind….