Thunder!
Release those cumulus clouds
“You are the sky. Everything else — it’s just the weather.” Pema Chödrön A poem of two haikus and a tanka
Thunderclouds looming. What happened to the blue sky – release of world’s pain?
Inward tempests rage. Our cloud-shrouded hearts rain pearls – pain seeding wisdom.
Beauteous blue skies ceding to the ominous then, once anew, blue. A seesaw in pure balance to bless as we ride downward.
©Jenine Bsharah Baines 2021
Yeah, sigh. It’s suffering that teaches us our most invaluable lessons. Fortunately, however, hope, joy, and light await their cue to part the curtains of cloud cover.
It’s the reason I love — or loved, pre-Covid — to gaze out the window of planes as I flew above heavy cloud cover. All that blue!
Blue is my favorite color, symbolic of stability, honesty, truth, tranquility. The color of the ocean, bluebonnets, my grandson’s eyes.
Yet we feel the blues.
Yin. Yang. Yang. Yin. The seesaw of the Journey.
Speaking of journeys, it is National Poetry Month…and Literary Impulse has a month’s worth of prompts. This poem of two haikus/one tanka is in response to Day Two, “Thunderclouds.”
Thank you, Priyanka Srivastava, for the heads up. Thank you, Rahul Sharma, Somsubhra Banerjee, and Elisabeth Khan at Literary Impulse for graciously providing a home for my musings.
And thank you, dearest readers. You’re my cloudless blue sky.






