Storms, Oceans, and Love

Just a fictional write.

I felt the storm coming;

raising the color in my eyes.

It was dark and gray lonely,

rushing headlong through the skies.

There was lightning, there was rain

and the air smelled freshly showered.

Thunder rumbling through in pain;

I felt the storm.

Looking west I saw you painted on the sky.

I looked to see if you saw me

as the storm rushed you on by.

But then you were gone, moved on.

Rain drenching me to the skin

Restoring in steam, what I know.

Clean, and never again this fresh

Sun and clouds beam, creating steam below

Love is an ocean pent up each inside.

Some never find it and so never learn

Others can't keep back that holy tide;

when it's coming... they feel the storm.

I might have felt outdrawn

but I swim in my own design

What we never had at all

Doesn't matter, I'll be fine.

And when the clouds come define

and the gray black rolls me over

I'll feel my love aligned

by white streaks of lightning.

Reviews

[SHEEMA HUQ]

Nature and love, work together, immensely well here.

[Nia Hope]

Awesome analogy and wonderful descriptions (as usual) :)

[Cassie]

Such a real write. I enjoyed it

[Mark]

Thank you Cassie. :)

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed the journey into your words. I agree with the logic of love and the sea.
"Love is an ocean pent up each inside.
Some never find it and so never learn
Others can't keep back that holy tide;
when it's coming... they feel the storm."
The above lines are amazing. Can't stop love. It will overtake you. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Mark]

Thank you my friend.

[Emerald Seas]

A provocative and thoughtful write, Mark. I enjoyed the depth of emotion, although subtle, it is reflected in each line. The undercurrent of sorrow, stormy and forlorn, with a lid over it all - trying to contain it! Well done.

[Mark]

Thank you for reading Que :)

[Archangel Gabriel]

You still on wacky backa? this is a deeper piece than I recall from you Mark and it has deeply touching tones that are flavoured by tinges of hope and yet regret?

[Mark]

I wish LOL I'm subject to random drug screens and would lose my livelihood if I tested positive. Thanks for reading.

[Mockingbird]

i like the comparison you made that 'love is an ocean pent up each inside' this is a great metaphor for love because you can't hold it back when it comes. great poem.

[Mark]

Thank you, ya I like that metaphor as well. The ocean can't be dammed up forever!!

[KAOlmsted]

Inundation. I enjoyed this, Mark. I especially like the disclaimer, that this is simply "Just a fictional write"...

Right ;-)

[Mark]

I didn't want people to think I actually saw people painted on the sky. LOL

[KAOlmsted]

*laugh* Good call, then ;-)

[Pryde Foltz]

You rocked this metaphor. So intense, Mark. Loved it.

[Mark]

Thank you Pryde. I'm so glad you enjoyed.

[moog-drika]

what a wonderful depiction of the title...
I adore each line of the poem... it's got beautiful meaning... amazing imagination...
A big WOW for the thought :)

[Mark]

thank you so much! It's good to hear from you moon.