Hi Weaver,
It's great to read this poem here. I would hate to think that I'd never read your work again.
I love many of the images you create in this. A few thoughts below.As storm skies blow in
calmer seas begins to churn
to toss and turn, whirl
in spiral pools, drill
to excavate some ancient site
buried in its sandy bed.
Perhaps a comma at the end of the fist line to make a pause
I wonder if the 'to' is needed in L3 if you added a coma after churn.
As storm skies blow in,
calmer seas begins to churn,
toss and turn, whirl
in spiral pools,
And so we search
to find mystery lost
only revealed when wild skies
flash strobes of lightning
clap out thunder at midnight
wake us from our small lives.
This is my favourite stanza, I love
flash strobes of lightning
clap out thunder at midnightSet the every day on fire!
Quiet endless tick of wall clocks.
Dig - blow the ghosts away.
Nice ending. A hint of ghosts for Halloween.
Very enjoyable read, Weaver.
Eira