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When the storm comes

30 May

This is in response to the prompt link:
http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/2011/05/poetry-potluck-thunderstorms-floods-and.html

When the storm comes
The shore stands still and petrified
Closing its eyes to the angry waves
Frothing at the mouth
When the storm comes
The black rocks watch the mud-banks slide
Listening to the wind snarl in the caves
Smelling the stench of death.

When the storm comes
It’s furious frenzy shakes the trees
Shattering sounds of breaking glass
Heralding the deluge.
When the storm comes
The skies break open o’er the lee
Lashing through the rows of grass
Drenching drops , so huge.

When the storm comes
Nature sways in the dance of death.
Cowering in the aisles, we pray
Waiting for the curtain- fall.
When the storm comes
The earth sits with bated breath
Knowing that this too will pass away
And calm will takes its call.

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12 Comments

Posted by on May 30, 2011 in Poetry

 

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12 responses to “When the storm comes

  1. Broken Sparkles

    September 17, 2011 at 8:26

    I wanted a storm tonight,
    wild savage,
    swirling with the winds the world’s pain.

    I prayed for a hurricane
    that will erase all children’s tears,
    bruises on young skin and cocaine.

    I dreamt for the elixir cure of rain,
    washing the polluted shores,
    leaving the sunshine and the silver moon unstained …

     
  2. luna15

    June 1, 2011 at 8:26

    I thought this was an exquisite write

     
  3. lolamouse

    May 31, 2011 at 8:26

    You have captured the fury of a storm and the anxiety we feel amidst our helplessness. I like the repetition. It echos the continual falling of the water in a storm or perhaps the repetition of the thunder.

     
  4. mindlovemisery

    May 31, 2011 at 8:26

    “The earth sits with bated breath” I really love this line and the repetition in this poem is very nice. I agree you elegantly captured a storms fury

     
  5. Pat Cegan

    May 31, 2011 at 8:26

    Beautifully crafted metaphor of life. Your images are stong, compelling! Thank you for sharing them with us. Also, thank you for your visit to my blog. Hugs, pat

     
  6. eclipseofthemoon

    May 31, 2011 at 8:26

    A great description of the chaos caused by a storm,
    “…in the dance of death” – I liked that

     
  7. dreamingthruthetwilight

    May 31, 2011 at 8:26

    Thank you all. I’m grateful for the time you take out to read my so called poems. I love it here.

     
  8. Andy

    May 31, 2011 at 8:26

    Vivid portrayal of the storm and its aftermath.

    Very well done!

     
  9. Andy McDonald

    May 30, 2011 at 8:26

    Constructed like a true wrodsmith. This really captures the chaos and fear that storms can invoke.

     
  10. Jingle

    May 30, 2011 at 8:26

    rainbow shows up after T-storms,

    light and sunshine arrive after dawn.
    life has its cycles and ups and downs, we got to bless them all.

    good luck, enjoyed your poetry.

     
  11. ALIVE aLwaYs

    May 30, 2011 at 8:26

    It’s all so chaotic when storm comes, but who likes the calmness it leaves behind.
    Pleasant depiction!

     
  12. BUTTERFLIES OF TIME

    May 30, 2011 at 8:26

    So much fury and you have captured it all.
    “We sit and watch in petrified silence,
    while the storm unleases all its simmering violence”
    Lovely choice of words!

     

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