The Storm....

A poem inspired by a very windy, rainy night I experienced about a week ago. Also reflects how my thoughts race inside my mind sometimes.

Rain lashes angrily against the glass;

Gales sever the limbs of the trees;

Floods swallow all signs of ground and grass,

And transform the land to sea.

Lighting cracks a sky that is dim as night;

The raucous of thunder fills the ominous air;

All hints of natural beauty are hidden from sight,

Save for the vicious storm’s glare.

Let not this vulgar world fill you with a sense of dread,

For this storm exists only as the storm within my head.

 

Reviews

[Michael G. Smith]

Great depictions, I felt myself amid the turmoil. I love how you threw that twist of analogy in the end because it is so true.

[paddy d daly]

the poem is beautifully written, i love the imagery, but it is the last two lines that make sense of it all, a wonderful write and rite

[AveTN]

Thank you so much :) All the feedback I have gotten has pointed toward the twist ending and how it completes the poem.