From time to time I get inspired to write some poetry and here are a couple of pieces that have been on my mind. The first one was inspired by a storm I got to watch during a nighttime drive. The second poem is based on a series of recurring dreams I have.

LIGHTNING SKIES

The sky was dark and heavy clouds obscured the stars above. 

My son was sleeping while I drove, so was the woman I love. 

A distant mountain loomed ahead like saw teeth in a line. 

The pale ribbon of the road wound through some old growth pine. 

With sudden flash, an orange glow, forked lightning split the night. 

No thunderous sound, nor shock of force accomp’nied plasma’s might. 

Horizon’s edge turned starkly sharp, another silent bolt. 

More brilliant colors light the sky with each electric jolt. 

Now blue, then red and back to orange, Olympus’ joyous throng. 

So far away, so sad I missed to hear their godlike song. 

By time I reached the footed hills their revels must have ended. 

The sky grew light, and clouds, once rent, there forms again were mended.

RUN

 Run faster little man 

The world is old and ending 

The car ahead, your quarry It’s speed too great for legs 

 * 

Drop to all fours strange man 

Leap and bound to catch your pray 

Run like beasts from times now past 

Fabled cats of monstrous size

 * 

You are too late old man 

The car is fast and gone 

What life you had is spent and o’er 

Lie in dust entombed in failure

 * 

A train is coming sleepy man 

It rumbles on its way 

Too high for you to reach and ride 

You sit and watch it pass

 *