Tag: thunder

• ✔️ Poem Form: “Pathya Vat”

  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…

  Misky

  Jun 22, 2016

  Poetic Bloomings, Poetic Forms

  lightning, storms, summer, thunder