A Tempest

Interpret this one however you like :) Just know that the end is hopeful, because I'm an optimistic person.

The aspens whisper

Telling secrets, giving warning

of the storm that lurks ahead.

A sea rolls above,

swirling and whirling,

Layers of azul, veils of silver and jade

All dancing beneath the sable void.

 

There they waltz, laughing merrily,

A rich sound, a strong sound.

A marvelous thunder.

 

Their dance becomes frenzied

Ominous, bitter laugh

Crashing and breaking like waves.

A dance of death.

 

Then the hidden sun peeks through,

A child at Christmas morning.

A ray of light, of hope.

A promise of better days ahead.

No more is there

A Tempest.

Reviews

[Greg Close]

You know what - this might be one of the best lines of prose I've ever read in my life (which unfortunately encompasses many, many, years):

"The aspens whisper... Telling secrets, giving warning of the storm that lurks ahead."

I don't know what it is about these lines; whether it's the anthropomorphic imagery of the trees in their secret council or just because they flow so well together or serve as such a great set up for the rest of the poem to come, but I really enjoy it. The rest of the poem flows along nicely and never kicks me out of the mood of the piece. Effective use of great evocative words to convey a mood.

Did I mention that I like it? ;) Thanks for sharing, I'm now looking forward to checking out your longer works.

[An owl on the moon]

So deeply moving and powerful, giving rise to hope and things that last. Wonderful words!

Craig

[Stephanie]

I really like this. It's mysterious yet clear... I don't know if that makes sense but there you go. I love how you threw "azul" in there. All Spanish and whatnot. I'm not sure if azul is a word in English but I liked it. And it was beautifully written. I love the style of your poems :)