The storm

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

About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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6 Responses to The storm

  1. 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.

  2. Totally wrong, just a musing on how arguments are like thunderstorms that clear the air

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