Thursday, July 10, 2014

The Struggle between Sun and Storm

The sky scans clear and sun abounds—
we revel in each day, serene;
till storms roll in and thunder sounds.

Much like the howl of distant hounds
creeping closer, yet unseen...
the threat unmarked while sun abounds.

Your dark indifference confounds;
the words cut like a guillotine,
as storms roll in and thunder sounds.

I wonder, do you see their frowns?
The children flounder in-between,
while you pretend that sun abounds.

Such sheer impassiveness dumfounds...
emotions locked in quarantine—
as storms roll in and thunder sounds.

And in your wake, the children drown;
so comes the choice to intervene—
while sky is clear and sun abounds
before approaching storm resounds.

© Ginny Brannan 2014

Storm Image Gallery: John Lund/Riser/Getty Images


  1. whew...i hope the right choice is made early...and that storm averted...before words become weapons and the damage is unsustainable...nice form work ginny

  2. The metaphor here is just outstanding. Taken as a literal storm or a relationship … I am in awe of this (and that IMAGE!!) I am so sorry I let you down with the chain interview. I'm still swamped and very little blogging time. House is still up for sale - and children in and out all day. Not easy to keep it clean. ;P

    1. Thank you for stopping by.No problems re: the interview.Good luck my friend, with the sale of your home!


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