This Storm

As I've said, "Silence hurts, and distance scares..."

12/25/12

 

This storm speaks as my heart:

A tempest born of hope and sorrow.

I say yay, and you say yay,

But then nay

And break me as so many bones borrowed.

I say it is the devil,

Because Love is not confusion.

I'll not have it,

Not one bit,

And have no regret of it.

I am not sorry that I believe

And have true faith in our union

Under God

And thereby rebuke painful pebbles of

Preposterousness cast beneath my feet

By inequity!

I am no stone to be cast away,

As nor are you.

But I cannot pull my boat to a shore

Which at times makes itself an apparition!

I've not gone missing!

Where are you?

 

 

Author's Note

Art: A pending-storm-Paula image posted by cazatormentas on blogspot.

Reviews

[Lily Mae]

Oh so powerful and bittersweet. That end killed me.. wow.. I can so relate to that, my tears formed as I read it. Excellent penning my friend..xo

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, the last two lines wrap this up nicely...

i am still here, and still trying to make this work, where have you gone?

i have been there and felt this...well, three failed marriages...one trying does not make it work.

nicely penned.

jacob

[EmpressPoetess]

Very well written. You used some great metaphors to describe your feelings here. Very good job.

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

love those last two lines.......isn't it amazing how someone can confess their undying love one day then throw you away like yesterday's trash? Well done Mel.

[Robin]

a heartsong pleading against the grey of the moment , words felt .