Thunderbolt

It hits me sometimes, out of the blue,
that even the sky catches fire
sometimes, that even these hills
are not immune to change.
The skip of a stone,
a rippled pool;
the beauty
that is
you.


This week’s submission brought to you by the yeah write poetry slam, where I learned all about nonets.

8 thoughts on “Thunderbolt

  1. rubybastille says:

    All the images in this are beautiful, and the rhyme of “you” and “blue” ties the poem together in a way that feels reassuring against the changes you describe.

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