Poetry Jam, "Thunder and Lightning" (first two poems) & Friday Flash Fiction 55 (3rd one)

Thunder & Lightning

I cower beneath my skin,

his thunder penetrating my brain

causing flashes of lightning

to explode behind my lids.

Negativity pushes down upon me,

flowing about my huddled form

shivering here upon this bed.

Destroy me through fear his goal,

but his thunder is only hot sound.

Lightning, the true danger, lies

in believing his hateful words.

A safe shelter I must seek

before a lifelong injury occurs.

By Margaret Bednar, Art Happens 365, May 19, 2011

The theme for "Poetry Jam" is "Thunder and Lightning".  I have never been in such a "storm" as I wrote about, but so many children and women have.  Perhaps a few men.  Each week a new poetry challenge is offered.  I believe this is the old "Poetry Bus" which has been given "new wheels".  Check out the other entries by clicking on the blog title above.   (The photo is of my husband when he played Coach Bolten in High School Musical)

I also tried another approach to this prompt with a "Villanelle" - a form I went back to One Stop Poetry's "Poetry Forms Archive" and brushed up on the rules.

Escape, I Must

His thunder penetrates my brain,
My full serenader is the goal.
Escape, I must, from all this pain.

Exploding flashes, unrestrained
It's nature's fury in my soul.
His thunder penetrates my brain.

With hateful words I'm almost slain
Like lightning, doubt consumes me whole.
Escape, I must, from all this pain.

My huddled from must not remain
a victim.  Seize, must I, control.
His thunder penetrates my brain.

My dignity I must regain
He rages, threatens like a troll
Escape, I must, from all this pain.

Allow self confidence to reign
Forget, I must, this lethal hole.
His thunder penetrates my brain,
Escape, I must, from all this pain.

By Margaret Bednar, Art Happens 365, May 19, 2011

And here is another version, A Friday Flash (Fiction) 55.  (A story in 55 words or less)  Visit the G-Man (HERE) to read other 55's or try one yourself!  

Destruction

She cowered no longer
from his explosive thunder.
As her limbs unfurled
from their protective huddle,
the shivering stopped.
Self-loathing and negativity
possessed her soul;
her destruction, his goal,
was complete.  Escape
was no longer necessary.
She aimed
for his withered heart.
The flash of lightning
took him by surprise.
He never heard
the explosion.

by Margaret Bednar, Art Happens 365, May 19, 2011

...and just for a trip down memory lane, my son portrayed Ryan and my husband played the coach, as I said.  I think it was four years ago.