Poetry Corner

Stormsstorm clouds

Watching storms from a distance:
people raging at one another,
thundering hatred, trapped in the darkness
of their own clouds

My eyes out of the rain,
I see clearly enough not to fall
into the deluge
but I am too far away to help them,
my voice drowned in the endless thunder,
knowing it would make
little difference if they could hear

Poetry and photography ©2014 Michelle M. Welch

Seemed apropos for the season of elections and gamergate. The photo was taken at the Grand Canyon a few years ago. Let’s all go back there, okay? It’s nice there.

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