Pendulum hands dictate the mood,
Flapping and fluttering in annoyance.
Words carry the dark and the gloomy,
Alighting like a dull and thundery sky.
A suffocating wait for the deliverance,
Love seeps into the edges and retracts.
Without an occasional angry occurrence,
Life itself might be a fair weather fallacy.
©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 05/09/2014
Poets United Midweek Motif: ‘Stormy Weather.’…