The prompt given by the official NaPoWriMo site: a poem starting with a regional phrase describing a weather phenomenon.
Well, ‘the sky gives birth to dark rage’ isn’t exactly a phrase found in any region of Earth, but it is a very popular expression often caught in the imaginative regions of my mind. And considering that my mind is an entire universe with it’s own unique regions… well, I took the liberty to go ahead and steal it for my poem.
STORMS OF SILENCE
The sky gives birth to dark rage
Patient blue faces deepen at last
Tears sigh from the brooding space
Silence so long erupts into thunder,
Directions echo forbearance’s force.
The sky gives birth to dark rage,
Tempests stir the stoic seas.
Sometimes even the calmest deeps
Of order break into a tumult.
Whirlpools vanquish equanimous minds.
The sky give birth to dark rage
The roaring wilderness shudders,
Unbound beasts now daunted cower,
At the tempest stirred from tranquility.
Speaking silence sounds stronger than screams .
While the sky gives birth to dark rage.
The dust layering the shadows of my mind
Flicker and gather into raging storms
So words unspoken yet, could melt down
Into voiceless expressions of forceful songs.
I am inviting you all to join me in this venture. Use the prompt given above to craft your own verses.
And oh, be sure to tag me.
© 2019 Sahana Narendran