It's Still Life

Thunder’s Middle Voice

Those black crow clouds
Just keep rolling,
Building, boiling,
Then pouring scorn.

Our summer storms
Are whiskey warm,
Like peppercorns’
Heat wakening.

We wait, listen,
For the lightning,
Thunder’s frightening
Torn middle voice.

For Poetic Bloomings In-Form Poetic form: “Pathya Vat” is a Cambodian verse form, consisting of four lines of four syllables each, where lines two and three rhyme. When a poem consists of more than one stanza, the last line of the previous stanza rhymes with the second and third lines of the following one.