Looking at the original version of this poem that I wrote and published yesterday, an idea occurred to me about its arrangement that I wish I had thought of earlier. So I edited it to this version which I like a LOT better.
Originally I planned to just update the original post, but then decided it might be cool to see the history of how it progressed. And it makes my “jumping the gun” look like I intended to provide a constructive learning experience instead of the reality — my creative “process” is a chaotic, “wishy-washy”, and unfocused mess. (Note to self: Let something you have created sit a while before deciding, “This is done.”)
THUNDER GRUMBLES IN THE NIGHT by Jeffrey Beaty Wind rattles the shutters As clouds boil in your eyes. Water gurgles through gutters As rain your tears disguise. Autumn's last leaves take flight On the breath of your sighs. And thunder grumbles in the night, Declaring our goodbyes.