Tempest

The weather inside is frightful

 

Rain drops falling rhythmically wash away my salty tears,

and gusts of wind graciously conceal my desperate cries.

Booming thunder drawing near forestalls my many fears as

lightning lifts away my pain then tears through troubled skies.

Darkness cloaks my worries and banishes them to the night,

but they will find their way to me before the break of dawn.

If the comfort I seek from the storm feels so safe and right,

why does the tempest within me feel perilously wrong?

Reviews

[Captain Blackheart (The..]

I liked this piece, I loved the questioning at the end. A great write!!!

[Celtic Cat]

You had me at the description. lol That's classic, love it!!! And, now I'm singing a Christmas Carol!
OK..on to the meat.
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lightning lifts away my pain then tears through troubled skies.

[*~Imperfectly Me~*]

Great piece! I Love the imagery you have in it and It has a great rhythm to it when read aloud... "Rain drops falling rhythmically wash away my salty tears," I felt as if i were outside in the rain letting it wash away my tears... Now i wish it would rain... Great job!!

[desertraven]

I love rainy nights :) Great piece!
Sandra

[Prince of Poetry]

this is a bad bad piece Tan I like it...short and sweet "A gust of wind graciously conceal my desperate cries " nice

[Tamme]

I like the words you chose. No little baby words... Strong visually and audioly (year I know that's not a word)

[Deborah Leah Krempa]

Very nicely done, well written, thank you for sharing. debileah

[Papillion]

A great piece of writing, I wish I had your talent

[Gary H]

Brilliant. I would pay money to read this in a poetry book. You have me lost for words - which you are no doubt pleased about!
Have you thought about sending this off to magazines, newpapers etc?

[jen -- JG]

When read aloud there is a definite rhythmic quality to this poem. It is possible to feel the rain, and the gusting wind, to hear the roar of thunder, and see the slashing lighting tearing through the sky.

The first four lines of this poem show the direct contact with the physical storm and the effect it has on the person. The next two lines show both peace and fear ( very clever mix here) with the lines

"Darkness cloaks my worries and banishes them to the night,
but they will find their way to me before the break of dawn."

The very words show how fleeting the reprive inside the storm was, and the final double edged statement followed by the question is supurb.

If the comfort I seek from the storm feels so safe and right,
why does the tempest within me feel perilously wrong?


The comfort received from the storm releases some of the inner turmoil and that feels right, yet the question asks why does the storm inside feel perilously wrong?

The internal storm lashes your soul while the external storm lasses the physical and one always tends to be stronger than the other.

A very good write yet again Tania, well done

[Legion]

No matter what, you can never escape the storm(s). Good piece.