brilliant blind assassins

[anirbas]

blue white veins of light
race in violent vibrant arcs
of varicose illumination
across the foreboding grim face
of a wind driven wall cloud

jagged legs of crystal fire
spark from dark tortured skies
that perform a dance macabre
with fierce bright impunity
across the vulnerable landscape

blasting tree trunks and power poles
asunder caught in the pitiless path
of these brilliant blind assassins
jigging to the beat and the sound
of a monster storm's crashing thunder

[darkness0within]

I do like a good thunderstorm.

And I love your description of one too.

Lovely piece anirbas.

[anirbas]

As do I, Darkness. The energy, the colors, the sights, the sounds, (or a lack, thereof, just before it starts to hail) oh my!

But, we had some storms sweep through Texas yesterday, Wednesday, I could have done without, though. Various immediate and extended family
members of mine were in the path of some of the several storms that were dropping tornadoes, as they swept through. Nine of my loved ones, including David McC and myself, a little too close for comfort.

But, thank you kindly for your most kind comments on the piece.