Thunder (A found poem)

[Sharon]

Thunder
This was a result from a writing activity we did in Writing Club.

A little longer in the cold-
above an endless field;
outside the sky is full,
inside the cloudless calm;
one can hear the moonlight.
Images shall enter you
memories... photographs...
They are too tired to speak
yet, too loud to not remember.
Perfect, usual darkness.

[Laura]

This line:

"outside the sky is full"

--is such a great concept. I'm not sure if this:

"yet, too loud to not remember"

--was necessary or just not worded to fit in the poem as I saw it ... but it's good. Nice job, Sharon