Thunderous Thoughts (and their opposite)

The thunder of anger was always
present deep within his heart, tightly
controlled but on the verge of release,
a rumble in his bones.

The thunder of hate was a constant
roar in his soul, an inheritance
from generations past, coloring
his world with black and white.

There were moments, when his world was still,
that the storms would subside, allowing
him to listen to the sounds of peace,
love, justice and freedom.


Infrared (Photo credit: ulalume)

This weeks prompt from Trifecta was to use ‘Thunder’, specifically the third definition. I also chose to use the same form as last week, which is 3 stanzas of 33 syllables each with lines of 9,9,9,6.


Filed under Poetry, Poetry - Prompts

10 responses to “Thunderous Thoughts (and their opposite)

  1. I’m so impressed by how well you worked the prompt word into such a demanding form! Well done.

  2. Shawna

    “a rumble in his bones” … I like.
    “an inheritance” … True.
    Nice use of the “thunder” theme.

  3. lenwilliamscarver

    enjoyed this write thank you for sharing đŸ™‚

  4. “A rumble in his bones” is superb.

  5. This is so well written – I especially like the first stanza. I could feel his anger.

  6. Wow … beautiful lines.

  7. This is really deep. I especially liked the imagery. The line “…tightly
    controlled but on the verge of release”:…amazing!

  8. k~

    Powerful words…

  9. Excellent response to the prompt. That first stanza is really powerful and really well written. In fact, it all is, but I especially love the opening to this. Thanks for linking up.

Some of what I write is true, some is fiction; most is merely possibility.

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