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!!!

[Floating on the feather..]

The destructive wind is far less destructive that the one inside....what a thought!!!
Actually, we are able to handle the natural tempest more efficiently than the emotional disasters, the tremors are so strong that the entire world around us go upside down.
We are so very incapable to fight the emotional turbulence which jeopardizes the irreparable.

Great write.Excellent.

[SM Davis]

What words more can be said? This is incredible! I love the formatting and the tone. The rhythm is perfect. Well done love! Very well done!

[The Archangel Gabriel]

I often write long reviews, but it was just not what I am doing now. I really appreciated this particular poem of yours. I will probably have more thoughts about it later.

I keep having to drop back here again and again for multiple reads. I can't figure out what has captivated me so about this work. It is just rivoting!

Great write!

-Gabe

P.S. Wait! I knew what I wanted to say: 'Magnificent!"

P.P.S. That guy Roy seems to know what I was talking about. :)

[Touché Armada]

Wow thanks for that send Tania.

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

Now thats a mighty good question. I love a good storm but not inside, at least not with the crashing of psychological warfare. But rather that wind you can hold your arms out to, that could lift you up, maybe.
This kind of works for me today.. Sorry to personify your work, but I got hit with the after affects of thunder I think and it was perilous indeed, I'm still quaking.

[Candle in the wind]

The storm outside cloaks tears fears and pain and the thunder conceals the cries of anguish and yet the storm within rages so menacingly and can't be quietened down...what a beautiful poem and so visually evocative!The weather within is indeed much more frightful than the storm raging without.The wild winds and the menacing sky attract me and yet when when its comes to the mind's sky we want blue serenity.

[Roy]

Wow, this is fantastic!! What an awesome approach you have taken to describe turmoil within. Your use of adverbs is awesome. The writing is very tight. Very impressive poem!