The clouds huddle
While lightning strikes the ocean
With jagged fingertips
And sharp crackles.
The cliff crumbling,
threatening to dash you
upon the rocks beneath
Light a spark
Clasped within your hands
Singeing your palms
and scorching your fingers.
Be the first
To cast your flame
Into the ocean
I read all the poems under your name. I enjoy your writing. I like that you take the time to describe things and to use concrete images, which helps place the reader where you are.
“Clouds huddle” and “jagged fingertips” are my favorite descriptions. I like your last stanza. It’s kinda mysterious