LIGHTNING STRIKE



LIGHTNING STRIKE 

This is one of my very early poems.
written around 2003. I believe the inspiration came from working with the spirit world.
when i wrote this piece it took 30 seconds to compose and it was during work . 
and i knew i had to write it down somewhere even though i was in the middle of a stressful day   





LIGHTNING STRIKE

Lightning strike with thunder bright 
While all around turns to night 
Flash of bright resounds the dark     
While all around wet is the bark

Tap tap on the arid terra 
Waters run from the blanket sky
Grass once pert now stagger 
Fowl hide in shelters few 
from the torrent of dew

Yellow beam breaks the blanket  
the second dawn came well noticed 
Flowers awake with no frustration
 Birds a sound with jubilation.
By Ray Bokor 

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