Relentless Weather Patterns

let's talk about the weather instead

You wanna talk about the weather, 

            when I can't see the light

dust devils in my basement, 

                   tropical cyclone in the attic

first floor is flooded by a blood tsunami

             with the parting of the red seas

ran upstairs to avoid the chaos of the current

     hurricanes  shattered and battered the mirrors

so much to say and my voice box is contained

                   in the cirrus clouds of a ballerina

spinning round and round in the closet

                    on that setup in the eye of the storm

Author's Note

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

okay, to me...not really talking about a storm here at all...


more like a pent up conversation being avoided, but sooner or later it is going to become such a storm, all will be destroyed..

a little rain at a time is better than holding it in...

such a good write...the metaphor held tightly from beginning to end.

[Frieda P]

Open up my head and let me out....you got it jacob, thanks so much!

[Tai Ryens]

Refuging beneath the ceiling of a concrete, what it symbolizes is beyond me, but they do seem to have the trait of keeping you either safe, trapped, or blind in my perspective. Either way, the latter seems to always be done with love; in order to keep you positive and trusting, they must first give you the sense of comfort. Well done.

[Astro]

Emotional weather systems call for torrential rain and gusts of wind that blow your life apart. I like the description of the "cirrus clouds of a ballerina" like some objects can bring the storm. Good one.

[Frieda P]

More like hail, thanks Astro...glad you enjoyed my head in the clouds here.

[Kristin Lee]

I really like this one. All the internal chaos...lets talk about something else instead :) Great job, very creative.

[Frieda P]

Exactly, thanks Kristin :-)

[TL Boehm]

This 48 year old, hormonal chick is right there with you. This spoke to the ticking clock in my body, the madness in my mind and all the other little things in between.

[Frieda P]

Oi at least you have central heat lol...thanks TL....

[Emerald Seas]

Oh, this is clever, Frieda! I love how the last line sets the final tone. For some reason, the title 's**t storm' hit me. I guess with that last line - feels like someone pulled all the strings and enjoyed watching the ensuing aftermath of destruction. Nice penning!

[Frieda P]

Thanks Sera, you got it!

[lee von cleef]

There is a punch line to a bad joke, Who can %^^*&^%($ in weather like this.

[Frieda P]

I've heard that joke many times....

[lee von cleef]

Good to know you hang with a talented crown crowd well if they can't spell at least they can tell a joke.

[Frieda P]

I can spell, I can't tell a joke to save my life though, neither can I sing, so don't ask me to hum a few bars either....let's talk about the weather. :-)

[lee von cleef]

nah but I do like dimples, got to go how come I have to go when you come around the time god wants to test me.

[Frieda P]

it's all about timing eh?

[lee von cleef]

Yes it will make her smile or frown....about like the weather, or street cars, another one on every corner, now let me go....

[Frieda P]

Send me a fried oyster sandwich first.................

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A classic and very well written piece my darling, well done.

[Frieda P]

Thanks love, glad you enjoyed this one...

[Ken Simm.]

Weather inside I think Frieda. Wonderful use of metaphor. As ever beautifully written from the heart.

[Frieda P]

Grazie mille Ken, you got it in one...

[David Scott]

Your killing me! Let's "talk about the weather..."
I find your poetry penetrating.
Keep up the good work.

[Frieda P]

Yes, you're killing me, not you sweet David, thanks so much....