TEN SECONDS A distant rumbling amplified the silence around me. My breathing roared within me. I whispered lightly, making sure I wasn’t deaf. I held my breath and then released it into ambient stillness. The clouds possess a cotton smoothness. The leaves appear asleep, unconcerned for impending winds and rain. I feel insignificant at the … More TEN SECONDS
A wind voice caught me out, scratching my window, drawing on the glass with wet finger branches. The sun in on vacation. Somewhere behind cumulous mountains, shining elsewhere on children and cats. Winds buffet in an attempt to separate what man has built. Gray scud clouds slip the wetted land. Puddles reflect between ripples a … More SKY SHOW
There was an assembly of winds colliding silently within the mists of one another. Gray steel clouds disappeared then quickly reformed into an angry turbulent sky. Fields of turned soil blackened over like early night when shadows fade in the presence of half light. A crumbling sun slipped from view, proving boundaries have no limits … More UNCHALLANGED
The wind lightened my sleep into awake. Its voice slapped branches onto my window, scratching at me to get up. A lazy sun gathered a rising strength in the background with blue and crimson clouds, suggesting rain. Leaves brushed into thousands of sounds; music of rubbing and snapping, an orchestra of nature calling. Window edges … More EARLY WINDS
A building torrent of storms forced a crazy going, pushing in and hammering out a day swollen with clouds and wind. A broken night rumbled like passing trains thundering through, heavy with rusted metal, beating a rhythm without equal. Lightening streaked, slamming the sky, sawing the air with bold power, blinding quickly and … More MOVING ON
The wind had its way with me gusting like campfire smoke, lifting the edges of my shirt, pushing me with direction. My feet concede to half steps, like a child walking up stairs. I attempt to brace my position like a human redoubt while yielding a few paces. I turn sideways, reducing for a moment … More PASSING STORM
Heavy, with the frame of a big man through a crowd, the storms front rolled in, like horses running wild. Winds viciously slapped trees, lifting objects to weak with weight into the turbulence of electric clotheslines dancing and windows rattling like angry snakes or unburied bones. Doors yielded to great … More RUSTY HINGES
I love the scratchy voice of the jazz lady who brushes my ears clean. Words with thick washboard scuff scrape my soul to bleach white and preacher clean. Concrete rough words grasp my thoughts, causing the oceans in my head to tumble. Every song bends its tone like … More WITHIN HER VOICE
I’m living out the words from today, stretching the soul of meaning, wringing out the moisture from afternoon rains and storms. I remember the winds roughing up my hair, combing it into a mess, lifting off a few springs to tumble after green leaves and a few branches. …..and … More TODAY’S WORDS
An encampment of thunder breathes boldly nearby, announcing its presence like armies marching on cobblestone streets wearing tin hats and garbage lid shoes. A salvo of explosions beats out a rhythm painting the sky and land with sound releasing the rain and a cold cutting wind speaking the language of turbulent power while claiming the … More THUNDERING
Roger Singer 