~Stormy Weather

caught in the eye of stormy destruction 

somwehere 'tween here and there

momma said 'don't hang with that boy'

storm chasers called it,

moral turptitude category 3,

uprooted with bombastic force

thrown like a ragdoll,    landed in 

the debris of indifference

told to vacate,    instead stuck it out

life rafts were at the ready

I prefer the slow death of drowning

  slipped off the pier of 

cognizant

    swallowed deeply my intuition

     took a swan dive off intellect

       landed in a den of iniquity

         sinking in muck of broken promises

            they buried me at sea,

               along side common sense    

 

Author's Note

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

I think Fema will rescue you along with the national guard. I love the analogy between love and the weather or in this case a Tornado of F3 . I thought you were going to go all out with F5 which is utter destruction...Lol
A splendid poem and very creative...:)

[Frieda P]

Ha Sami, F5 is reserved for real life and my spelling today! lol Thanks muchly :--)

[Sami Khalil]

Hahaha. So true...You are welcome muchly...:)

[Misery]

I feel the words of your Stormy Weather. I feel the tug of your choice made. I feel the rusty railing and I taste the briny spray. You are no straw-doll, Frieda. There is strength beneath your skin.

[Frieda P]

I'm humbled Misery, thanks so much.

[Trace]

The old adage: "Sink or swim" comes to mind here. you have pulled together wonderful metaphors here with the weather and a relationship very well. and your presentation is terrific. Trace

[Frieda P]

Thanks Trace, jazzed you enjoyed my storm clouds.

[Kelly Scheppers]

It's that age old question that keeps asking us, "what is this thing called love"?

Your verses mock little funnel shapes...very powerful! Love this one!

[Frieda P]

Ha and no one ever has a good answer either! Thanks Kelly.....

[Jack...]

Why is always the toughest question to answer, especially if we are asking this question of our heart. Common sense is thrown out to sea when the heart is involved, but that does not mean that all decisions end up a head above water situation. Ever once in a while one will come along and throw a life preserver to you filled with truth and honest affection, regardless of how long you have been floating in this sea of doubt. We have two choices when this happens, grab it for all it's worth or watch it float by on the rip tide and wonder from then on if it was the right decision or not. Life is filled with risks and choices, and often the risk is worth the choice...only time holds the answer to the question why.

Frieda, your poetry always strikes a chord, it reaches deep inside of us and shows us where your heart truly waits. Amazing my friend, as always, a gift to all of us who read this.

[Frieda P]

Your responses always touch me deeply my dear friend, thanks so much, means more than you'll ever know.

[Coyote Poetry]

My friend Frieda your poetry is getting so good. This poem is amazing. I had to read a few times for the pleasure of the words and the emotions. Many ways to died. The poem took the reader to a few of them. Thank you for the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Frieda P]

Coming from you this is quite humbling Coyote, thanks so much.

[icelandicblue]

Oh how I do know where this one is coming from:

I prefer the slow death of drowning
slipped off the pier of
cognizant
swallowed deeply my intuition
took a swan dive off intellect
landed in a den of iniquity
sinking in a muck of broken promises
they buried me at sea,
along side common sense

And yet we'll still try to swim to shore... It's who we are, poor us.

[Frieda P]

SERIOIUSLY, why do we do that?!

[icelandicblue]

We are our own worst enemies but I don't know how else to do it. The protective instinct takes over regardless of everything else. I don't know how to protect my heart, my head yes, my heart, no.

[Frieda P]

Sigh.................................