THE STORM

THE STORM

A Poem by Jeffrey Gershom
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The dispair resulting from being unlucky in love can make you question your very soul.

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THE STORM

 

I'm searching for answers

  in a worldwind of doubt.

Questions spring forth

     with unyielding fury.

Clouds pour in

  and envelops my mind.

        The sun!

Where is the sun?!

Darkness is invading

  my hope.

Turbulent streams

  of lost love

unsettles the lake of

  my soul.

© 2010 Jeffrey Gershom


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The well of soul that has lost its way is deep and wide as the grand canyon,That is why I think the thoughts of a man can be bigger than the universe.Your work speaks of the pain and in so doing has a bitter sweet taste to it .It is an accurate representation of the truth in life and what it is to be a man who has to swallow back the pride that came at such high cost

Posted 13 Years Ago


Every line of the poem is like a link in the chain of experience. Great metaphors.
I also agree with Sam that the last four lines stand out. You've brought me right into your soul and although I've never been married or divorced, I sympathize with your feelings. What if... always comes to mind after a substantial loss.

There are no rulebooks in life that we can follow so we must figure it all out ourselves. Sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn't. We're human. Hope you feel better. Great poem from the heart. 100 from me.

Posted 13 Years Ago


I like this.....feels familiar....the unstillness of it...like the language chosen, too.
good stuff.
cheers!

Posted 13 Years Ago


Yes, I know the feeling. Those dark days were nearly 30 years ago, but one never forgets. I like your last lines--"Turbulent streams of lost love unsettles the lake of my soul." Very effective writing, J.M.

Posted 14 Years Ago


vivid and composed with a depth that crushes straight into the folds of the heart~ beautiful use of language in flawless array to convey the despair~

Posted 14 Years Ago


This comes across as coming undone, having your inner self invaded, but no defensive walls to fend off the assault.
I like the lines,
"Turbulent streams
of lost love
unsettles the lake of
my soul." - because it paints such a vividly beautiful picture of what a soul could in fact be. A serene, calm lake suffering from the smallest ripple on the surface let alone a storm.

Nicely done!


Posted 14 Years Ago



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Added on June 29, 2010
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Jeffrey Gershom
Jeffrey Gershom

Grand Island, NE



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