Amelia Nicol
Someday, To Be Able To Tell The Weather And Thought
Updated: Sep 6

Someday, To Be Able To Tell The Weather And Thought
Bright clouds and sinking harmonies:
making of destiny
Brightened mists and foggy glow
through obscured visions
Atmospheres of melody, sinking
covering grounds in the same fog
Glowering intensity and measuring
fraught insistence and mesmerizing
Beyond sense, these portions of imagined
slandering, covering the earth in thickened
Weathering, the distress in nimbostratus
what’s coming, these tell tale signs
Reading Lorentzian possibilities
gathered in sunken refrain
Metachromatic off-key stances
the music in the weathered
The faint, faint harmonious need
to be in key, to be tuning
These revelations to sense, to comradery
to differences in stance and belief
Weather played out musically
the events as they are happening
Not because they must happen
but because they do
The chair still emptied, not determined
but honest and true
Contrasts of insight and decision
basking in the foggy glow again
Searching through the potentials of thought
rummaging melodically, methodically
Making it rain,
imagining a closeness