Storm Clouds

I like to have fun with me ... welcome to my world.

What thoughts

escape this

collapse of 

euphoria

as laden filled

skies wash over 

my aching body

and storm clouds 

muse and miss 

their intended 

mark -

what could  

they mean

and why should

it matter …

 

Storm clouds

inch their way

toward the trembling

teeth of my

cog only to offer

a token tariff -

terrified and

tortured

stretched atop

the mountain

of grief and

turmoil …

 

A fit moment when

a fixture of time 

fragments                        

and the wounded 

feline flounders

on borrowed time

bowing to the beast

beset with forgotten

fermented wine …

 

Suddenly and with

sounds of strums on

the satirical sitar

I feel safe and sound

even with storm clouds

circling and suspended …

 

At long last I lament

and look inward only 

to identify and isolate …

      

Specious, lacerated, storm clouds …

 

 

Author's Note

In the style of Smuckserian slashed staccato … (15-12-9-6-3-1 lines in stanzas. Syllables and alliteration at poet’s discretion.)

Reviews

[Red Brick Keshner]

Smuckserian has its appeal... staccato is very much like some things that we experience in life. The feline in this poem appears to have close to exhausted its ninth life, and through all this the storm builds and rages on. Very effective, in its cadence and pauses and rushes. Love it when a poem can take the reader on a ride. Thanks for sharing.

[Allen Smuckler]

Thanks Frederick for taking the time to read and cogently comment. It is always appreciated and welcome.

[Coyote Poetry]

I loved how you made the words danced perfectly and create a meaningful poem. the storms of life shall be many and if we are lucky. We can write about them. Thank you, Allen, for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Shy Girl]

This might sound odd but this poem feels like a time lapse camera view of nature. Picking moments that span hours, to split minutes that flit by. When you watch time lapse film you can feel more deeply then just watching in the natural time span. I'm not knowledgeable about staccato stanzas, or much more than writing how words or moments make you feel. I felt like I was blinking through moments underscored with deep feeling. The way we choose to put words to those moments can be breathtaking. Thank you for sharing another part of you Allen.

[Allen Smuckler]

Thank you Shy Girl... long time no hear ... for that thoughtful and astute feedback. BTW, Smuckserian slash staccato is my own invention... that's why you might not be familiar with it... Anyway thanks for reading and commenting...

[lessa (kenzie)]

I believe storm clouds make us who we are, This is an emotional read.

[Allen Smuckler]

Thank You Kenzie... for taking the time to read and respond ...

[barleygirl]

Sometimes I just want to play with words & imagery, not worrying too much about making a definitive statement. That's how this feels. Some writer in love with the way words sound taking alliteration to the allowable limit of excess. Picking words like euphoria and satirical sitar just becuz the sound is too irresistible. And since you're doing all this wordplay in a cloudbank, a semblance of meaning rolls along like any other tumble-cloud would (((HUGS)))

[Allen Smuckler]

I love this review... and though it's not spot on, it's close enough to reality... but, what came first, the chicken or the egg. I always start with a theme in mind, though I don't always know where it will take me... the alliteration, just tagged along for the ride. There is a message to be had... but sometimes it IS more about feeling than content. This IS one of those times. Thanks bg

[Sami Khalil]

Storm clouds can herald many things.. danger, heavy rains, thunder and lightening. You must be comparing that to relationships. Outstanding lines and I never heard about that form.

[Allen Smuckler]

That's cuz I invented it, Sami. Come on...Smuck...serian. Thanks for reading and commenting.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome. Very talented...