Sleep didn’t come easy last night. And the GeGe needs her beauty

sleep I can tell you that. As metaphor is always to my liking, I

wondered if any of you think of the outside weather as something

that happens within you? LIke.. what does the thunder of you

have to say? Or, a light spring rain? Pull in what seems

outside of you, within you, and let those feelings give

you information. What’s stirring your Spring thunder?


The house rocked last night
it wasn’t Pink Floyd or
 Bruce Sprinstein,
It wasn’t Jimi Hendrix 
 on the gittar.
It wasn’t the Rolling Stones

It was the hard roll of 
  Spring Thunder
 shakin’ the house down

I wanted to like it.
I wanted to let the crash
 and bang of it 
 fill me up
with its sky jive.
Quiver the timber
 of me 
Watch the zig and zag
 of lightening
 rip the darkness apart
I wanted to feel the
 charge of Thunder
pillow talk me up.

The house rocked last night
 and rolled the dog beneath
 the sheets 
Pressed his trembles
and shudder
into my body.
He panted his desperation
all over me.

I covered my head with a 
It talked to me in quiet
It spoke to memories
of when storms and love 
rocked and shook the
house down.


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5 responses to “ROCKIN’ THE NIGHT AWAY

  1. mamma

    Fantastical Geezer Girl!! As e-bay would say… A+++++


  2. JoAnn McClanahan

    I envy you your thunder, my friend. My house has been without it for many a year now; both inside and out is as quiet as the fall of the constant, slow, steady drizzle of rain from morning to night.
    Your words always speak to my heart for, when I read them, you are here with me.
    Your Jo


  3. loved this… so vibrant and humorous with a poignant twist. I felt sorry for the poor pooch…



  4. good stuff for metaphors that thunder and lightening . . ‘I wanted to like it, I wanted to let the crash and bang of it fill me up’ . . . love it!!!!!!!!! the sensual raw power and the hesitation to grab onto it . . ‘I wanted to, but . . ??’ Is it too risky, too powerful, too intense to let it take its hold? Are we too wise, too experienced, too socialized, too cynical, too timid,God forbid too old to give that timber over to what we know is too hard to recover if we let it have its way and shake the core of us to our very foundations?? Maybe at day’s long end, we’re just too tired, after all!!??
    Very powerful stuff, your poetry!! I love the thunder and storms, but I have to admit for whatever reason, this storm (maybe driving home through it after standing all evening at a very nice uplighting occasion) gave me a headache today! Maybe its the gray day that followed. The lightening and thunder brings me back to the song, Night Moves by Bob
    Seeger Michigan artist right?? Love that song -‘working on our night moves, trying to make some front page teenage drive-in news . . . . . waited on the thunder,’ It was so synchronistic to have driven right into your place last night. I’ll keep reading your poetry -I am very impressed with your ability to pound something out like that – nice repetition, mood, word sounds – the dog’s trembles – the house’s timbers. Keep on writing girl!! Love Patti


  5. this is a game changer…..tight bright and tempo perfect…



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