Gently Severe

Blue shadows cross my vibrant visions

of lively red rainbows dusting the silver

 clouds to hazy gray

deaden life still lingers and chained

 deadlocks tightly choke sleepless 

nights stroked by phantom fingers

but I've been burnt, tossed and turned

 to stone in the turbulent sea of life

 and still I stand, butterfly soft gilded

 in gold and stained in hard clad steel

I eat frozen rain and breathe dragon's 

fire while laughing at lightning and 

spitting hail stone thunder

storms lie within my purple pulse

my fuchsia flames feed the howling

winds whipping wolves into shape

I've danced with trapped auras of

scarlet and gold removed from

the light..

I hold secrets to survive, cures to

secure my stance

for I am the storm~ gently severe

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I wanted more dear Fran.
"I've danced with trapped auras of
scarlet and gold removed from
the light..
I hold secrets to survive, cures to
secure my stance
for I am the storm~ gently severe"
The above lines could stand alone. This could be the temptation for a epic tale. I loved the great storms. If we listen. The storm will share secrets. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Fran Marie]

Thank you John for your kind
review..yes the storm whispers
secrets if we listen..much appreciate
your words..💜

[Coyote Poetry]

Was my pleasure and you are welcome dear Fran.

[Vertigo Cat1111]

‘I’ve been sunburned, tossed and turned.’ This line is one my favorite amongst them all, it’s just so painfully relatable. As for the rest of this... it feels like an amazing story, an epic tale over the course of a while life wrapped all into one poem. This is breathtaking, absolutely vivid imagery. It’s inspiring and makes me wanna write myself. This poem feels so incredibly strong and resilient. Thank you so much for sharing

[Fran Marie]

Thank you so very much
for the lovely comments
I so appreciate🌷

[John the Baptist]

Has the sound of one who has been through the wringer and lived to tell about it. Now there is confidence, even defiance, enough to whip wolves into shape. Vivid imagery drives the point home: What doesn't kill you makes you stronger.

[Fran Marie]

Thank you so much for
the kind review I s o appreciate😊

[Chris Shaw]

I loved the movement and colour in this exciting write Fran. Gently Severe a title of contrasts. That's what storms are. The befores, the durings and the afters. Nicely composed and well worth the reading. Have a lovely day.

Chris

[Fran Marie]

Thank you kindly Chris
for your lovely review and thoughts
I so appreciate 🌷

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Fran… your poem appeals to me.. as Life can be turbulent … we can survive through fire as rain forests give us a place to pray for Peace. tenderly, Pat

[Fran Marie]

Thank you Pat so much
for your kind review and thoughts
on this one..💜

[jacob erin-cilberto]

gently severe...love that oxymoron.
the 4th stanza just blew me away...no pun intended.
the personification is great...I have been tossed around in this storm of life...
and I respect the storm...but still survive...
there is a passionate edge to this.
j.

[Fran Marie]

Thanks Jacob for
the lovely and insightful review
I s o appreciate💜

[Temperance]

This is such a lovely poem. Wonderfully phrased how this protagonist Remains strong through the turbulence life dishes out. The artwork is most appropriate and I love the words in it. Very nicely done. I had to read it a few times and enjoyed it more each time. Temp

[Fran Marie]

Thank you Temp 💜
so much for the kind review
glad you enjoyed this one