Planetary Storm Our overheated planet cries; clouds form; the storm batters and floods everything in its way yet may, thunder and lightning past, its fury spent, relent display a rainbow, fractured sunlight bent into a promise of eternity: unlikely though this future seems to be the storm yet may relent.
Clouds Cloud-shapes, hypnotic, cast on me a spell: I know so well they’re only make-believe, soon disappear. But Leo’s fear (he’s two) of monsters, dormant while it’s light disturbs his night; though now they seem harmless, fluffy and white I know they’ll menace, on his mind they’ll prey when dark conceals them at the end of day: I know so well that Leo’s fear disturbs his night.
Judy Koren, from Haifa, Israel, has a BA in English literature; after a career as a freelance information analyst she has returned to poetry, her first love. Her poems have appeared in Israeli and international literary magazines, the latter including Better Than Starbucks; Blue Unicorn; Lighten Up Online, The Orchards Poetry Journal, The Road Not Taken and The Taj Mahal Review. She is currently President of Voices Israel, a society for poets writing in English.
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