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POETRY
Forecasted Fizzle
Tomorrow pips and paps are promised
post-crow comes the drizzle
followed by boisterous booms and crashes
wind whooshing, hail hammering
the chatter quacks crank severe, contrary
and clattering, a rusty wrench in the works
This doesn’t click at all with the buzz
splashes squelch our plans
we want to clap, to ooh and ahh
not cower from lightning crackle
When the moon with a hush
mumbles her way in front of the sun,
the air should ring with shouts
not slapping raindrops
Storms, tootle to rain your terror elsewhere
Clouds, wheeze away
leave us with mid-day star-twinkling
the eclipse is meant to dazzle
not sputter, to mesmerize our
eyes with the zing of ancient wonder,
to unite us in dazzled roars of awe
Today’s Poemorama prompt is Onomatopoeia — and all I’m thinking about is how a zillion people…
