Enough

The wind begun to rock the grass

With threatening tunes and low, —

He flung a menace at the earth,

A menace at the sky.

– “A Thunder-Storm” by Emily Dickinson

I held my breath,

I held my tongue.

I let you fling

your words around.

The wind begun to rock the grass

With threatening tunes and low, —

He flung a menace at the earth,

A menace at the sky.

You were a sudden

tempest tossing, 

loud and large before

I could say anything.

The wind begun to rock the grass

With threatening tunes and low, —

He flung a menace at the earth,

A menace at the sky.

Enough. I finally had my fill.

I released a thunderstorm.

I shouted, sang in my own voice,

a menace to the earth and sky.

The wind begun to rock the grass

With threatening tunes and low, —

He flung a menace at the earth,

A menace at the sky.

inspired by:

https://dversepoets.com/2024/08/27/poetics-stormy-weather/