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Summary

The web content presents a sonnet titled "This Thundercloud," which vividly describes a person's harrowing experience in a rowboat during a thunderstorm over a lake, inspired by the prompt 'thunderclouds' for The National Poetry Month 2021 with Shabd Aaweg Review.

Abstract

The poem "This Thundercloud" captures the intense atmosphere of a brewing storm over a lake, where a person in a small rowboat is caught in the midst of thunderclouds. As the storm intensifies, the rower frantically navigates through the increasingly dangerous conditions, driven by a desire to visit the grave of a long-dead pastor. The natural elements, such as lightning and rain, are depicted as both terrifying and awe-inspiring, obscuring the rower's path and evoking a sense of vulnerability and determination. The poem is a creative response to a writing prompt for The National Poetry Month 2021, inviting others to participate in the event by following the rules available at the provided link.

Opinions

  • The author conveys a sense of fear and urgency through the description of the storm and the rower's reaction.
  • The poem suggests a reflective journey, both literal and metaphorical, as the rower seeks to connect with the past.
  • The natural imagery, such as the lightning illuminating an empty hill, adds to the poem's atmosphere and symbolism.
  • The thundercloud is personified, sighing and shedding tears, which enhances the emotional depth of the storm scene.
  • The invitation to join the National Poetry Month Event implies a community spirit and an inclusive approach to the art of poetry.

DAY 2 PROMPT

This Thundercloud

A sonnet

photo by William J Spirdione

Rising higher and higher o’er the lake, A dark heart, throwing bright bolts of lightning. Not yet soaked with rain, the small rowboat shakes, The electrical charge is frightening.

She’s starting to row, faster and faster, She will never take this blind chance again. Wanting to visit her long-dead pastor, In the cabin’s graveyard, where he has been.

The rain starts pounding, this thunder won’t thrill, Her path forward was more and more obscured. Lightning illuminates the empty hill, A small wave carries driftwood on homeward.

This thundercloud let out a heavy sigh, The wind blew harder, as tears filled the sky.

Written in response to the prompt ‘thunderclouds’, day two of The National Poetry Month 2021 with Shabd Aaweg Review.

There are still twenty eight days left, if anyone wants to join in the fun, the rules can be found at the link above.

Poetry
Sonnet
Literary Impulse
Napowrimoshabdaaweg
Thundercloud
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