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!!!

[None]

You are able to hide everything so well inside with the storm taking place outside. When the birds are singing and the sky is blue--what is to happen of you? Misery loves company and the storm is a great companion to comfort and hide inside.
I love the title and how you link it with your last line. Every line is poignant, I especially like this one: "Darkness cloaks my worries and banishes them to the night,"
I guess there lies the answer as to why you love the storms.
Excellent mystery here within your precious poem.

[Ice Queen of the Vampir..]

Wow. This poem is simply amazing. Wonderful write!!!

Heather

[bluessadmood]

yes you talk well how a tormented soul sways with the storm ,i liked the beginning a lot,although ,i was puzzled at the end,words written in nice rythm

[Ken Simm.]

Internal storms gusting. Emotion ebbing and flowing. seeking comfort perhaps in the words we write

[Amor-de-angel]

A great write. Such a storm raged inside it seems, hope it subsided quick

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

What deep insight into dark feelings that can wash over a person without them even knowing why... although sad this is so beautifully written.

[Beautifully Tragic xPoe..]

A great piece to read with the weather like today. Enjoyed this piece very much. Putting this as a favorite.


Great Write. Thanks for sharing.

[A.J. Smith]

I am no literary expert, really have no background in it; however, I know that any poem that compels me to read it half a dozen times, each time discovering subtleties and nuance that previously escaped me, is a worthy work of literary art�like a painting in a museum that catches your eye from across a gallery, that beckons you to stand studying it for quite some time. This is one of those poems, as are pretty much all of your poems, Tania. I love your understated rhyming scheme, and your command of language and vocabulary render you so formidable. Your note under your poem title is an integral part of your work, setting the theme. You established a strong theme and kept to it throughout your piece, using wonderful metaphor and figurative imagery. If I had to choose (and I hope no one forces me to), I'd have to say your phrase, "lightning lifts away my pain then tears through troubled skies," is my favorite. You have a tremendous flare for ending with a punch�your works never end in a whimper. Lastly, to the extent you deal with these feelings and emotions in your real life, my heart goes out to you. I truly hope, my friend, that your writing serves well to offset, or channel, your depression. Wonderful poem, Tania.

[John Parker]

The stroms that rage inside us all......how many times do we get to see the calm anymore.......with so much going on in our lives today everyone deals with a ragin storm inside all the time......clouding thier thoughts and troubling thier hearts........very excellent write