As a poem, word thunderstorms are a kind of abstraction. You don't really get overwhelmed by the words you ever uttered. In its way, the poem Thunderstorm is abstract. The storm of words confronts people.
thunderstorm
Your way leads down the street
Look at the people cheerfully.
There! rumble of thunder rolls in,
Captivates people!
Every heart trembles
It sounds angry and bitter!
With him the night moves
She brought the darkness with her.
The first lightning flashes across the firmament!
The sky! Glowing red it burns!
Animals are silent! The wind! He's standing!
Nobody goes one step further...
The city holds its breath
you can hear pins drop
In anticipation of what will happen
Every human being looks to the sky.
You break this silence
Open the umbrella in no time.
You hear a loud bang
What hits it isn't rain.
This storm is of a different shape!
People scream! In the city it resounds!
You see people on earth complaining!
Sharp words protrude from the chest and back!
words! Full of violence! Brutally!
Which she threw at others once!
words! Which she herself uses to hurt others!
Etch your skin and flesh!
Cheering comes to your ears!
The contrast was a joyful chorus!
Words they sent in longing, consolation and good deeds!
Wriggle around them flatteringly!
They lifted her up to the sky
up from the cold earth,
Straight through a gate to another world
That opens in the heavens!
You think: Who have I been?
What will the thunderstorm read in me?
You emerge from under the protection of a house,
In your voices resound in chorus!
You fold the umbrella
Look above you, the sky is on fire!
A light shines on you! It's coming! you fool!
The sun out just for you...
Claudia Wendt
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Originally posted on 2017-10-23 20:21:00.