Storm Walker

A poem about the peace to be found at the heart of a raging storm.

I stand upon the seashore,

Amidst the raging storm.

I have been here many times before,

In many different forms.

Sometimes I am the thinker,

Clearing my head.

Sometimes I am the mourner,

Communing with the dead.

Sometimes I am the lightning,

Striking down my foes.

Sometimes I find it frightening,

Conjuring my woes.

In the waves pounding on the beach,

I see vast forces held at bay.

As the wind extends its reach,

I feel troubles ripped away.

As wild forces whirl around me,

They reach into my soul.

I was born beside the sea,

Her rages make me whole.

© 2018 The Iron Horseman

Author's Note

This one is about my love of wild sea storms and the peace that can be found in the midst of chaos.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

There's nothing as wild & invigorating as a storm raging on the ocean, especially here on the Big Sur coast, a dramatic rocky drop down to the water. In your poem, it's clear how the narrator craves & enjoys this gnarly scene, in all it's different flavors. This is a lesson to us, to embrace whatever comes our way in life. Strong vivid details & well-crafted rhyme & structure (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[The Iron Horseman]

Thanks, Margie. I always enjoy your reviews. You are absolutely right - I love being in the middle of a howling sea storm. In my home town I used to walk out to the sea wall when a storm hit and stand at the high point, just beyond the waves reach, and revel in the wildness!

[barleygirl]

That is brave! I like to enjoy from a distance! *smile*

[The Iron Horseman]

Lol! But you can't feel the raw power when you do that!

[barleygirl]

I'll read about it here! *wink! wink!*

[Coyote Poetry]

I love the sea too.
"As wild forces whirl around me,
They reach into my soul.
I was born beside the sea,
Her rages make me whole."
I liked the above lines a lot. Rage in us can be like the sea. Thank you my friend for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[The Iron Horseman]

Always good to hear from you, Coyote.

[Coyote Poetry]

Hello my friend and always good to read your work.

[Nipplegrinder]

This begs for a Prog Rock treatment.

[The Iron Horseman]

Do people do that any more? :D
Seriously though, yes, I could see someone like Ten Years After doing this, along the lines of Love Like A Man.

[emmajoy]

Storms that remain storms as opposed to hurricanes and their cruelty.. somehow invigorate, alter the atmosphere, release tension and - provide theatre that starts and finishes with an almighty act of nature gone mad! Incredible, magnificent!! Your poem has the most wonderful meter, except the penultimate stanza maybe.. but even so, the entire post works fantastically well.

[The Iron Horseman]

Thank you, Emmajoy. I'm glad you liked it.

[Declan]

This is great, your style reminds me a little of mine. Nice imagery too.

[The Iron Horseman]

That's a great compliment. Thanks, Declan.

[Paul Bell]

Mother nature sure is hitting the world with storms.
Though there is something exciting being in a storm.
The calm before the storm.

[The Iron Horseman]

Yes, anyone who doesn't believe in climate change at this point in time just isn't paying attention!

[emptyinkwell]

The sea is truly an enigmatic creature. We are so drawn to it, and from that, it manages to elicit from us such vast expanses of emotion - often all at once as it seems you felt here. Great write! Very descriptive! Relatable.

[The Iron Horseman]

Thank you. As you say, it can be mysterious, awesome and terrifying all at the same time.

[Justin Horrocks]

The sea makes me nervous. But this has depth. Nice work...

[The Iron Horseman]

Thank you, Justin. I understand why the sea makes you nervous - its power is truly elemental!

[Haneefah]

Wow
This piece is awesome. I look forward to seeing more of your work

[The Iron Horseman]

Thank you. Please do - I love having new readers!

[Onlyme]

What a great poem, to find peace by the seashore, comfort in hard times and so forthwith. Nicely done.

[The Iron Horseman]

Thank you, Dawn.