The storm rolling in
Charcoal clouds
sweep across the sky–
windswept shrouds
covering
summer’s blue, a magic trick
of sun, moon, and stars
glimmering
with secrets of time.
Watch streaking
meteor
carrying ancient glitter
scattered on the earth.
I’m supposed to be working on my book, but somehow my poetry brain took over, and a poem appeared instead of a chapter. Ooops! This is a shadorma sequence for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday–synonyms of light and dark.
Yesterday and today: Merril's historical musings 
Writing a poem has to be the best excuse for “goofing off.”
Thanks, Ken. 🙂
Lol! You sound like me, Merril! But you “goofed off” in a productive manner.😉Nice poem!
Thank you, Jill! 🙂
That glitter is everywhere today (thank goodness! we need it) (K)
Yes we do! Thank you.
Sometimes we have to step back to move forward… and lucky for us you did 😉
What wonderful imagery you have created.
Thank you so much! 🙂
I particularly like your description of clouds – something I am often exercised by 🙂
Thank you, Derrick. I get mesmerized looking at clouds sometimes. 🙂
I love when your poetry brain takes over! I’ve been told that writing poetry will help you when writing fiction. It seems to help me. I think it’s your inner muse coming out. I do love your storm photos. The pictures on Instagram were amazing! ❤
Thanks so much, Colleen. I think writing poetry can help all sorts of writing (and thinking). 🙂
When I was actively (trying to) write poetry, it seemed to help with my other writing as well. Good choice to take a break by writing a poem. Good choice for me to take a break by reading your poems 🙂
Awww–thanks!
…. and a very lovely poetry brain it is, indeed. Thank you!
Thank you, Resa!