Open Poetry #21 |
My Storms |
Pip Member
since 2001-09-14
Posts 59 |
The sun is setting over the treetops, pushing through the leaves in greens and reds. And there, the storm clouds, building in the east, ominously striking in lightning flashes and dark rains, chasing the failing light across the twilit sky. The screen door bounces hard off its frame, coming to rest inches from my face; steel mesh quivers in anger. A glow is finally cast by the porch light as the sun sinks beneath the hills; headlights wink on as you back down the driveway. My fuming eyes watch your tear streaked face as you turn for one last look. The engine strains as you push on the gas, the old car not quite satisfying your craving for an outlet. The evening stars are swallowed in blackness while I watch your tail lights fade. Thunder rumbles out from the east, shaking the windows of the small house. A wind is blowing, tousling my blonde hair in its own fury. My angry eyes turn from red to blue as new worry creeps into my face. I pull a chair onto the porch to wait. She never liked my storms. |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
Great expression Cold hands means a warm heart |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Hello Pip! It's been awhile! Welcome home, and thanks for the read... storm on. We need the rain! |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
impressive write Pip. The serenity of your imagery made the ending a surprise (no pun on the serenity ) I liked this ALOT--I do hope to be reading more? |
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Madame Chipmunk Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-05
Posts 8296Michigan |
Excellent writing, Pip..... You have turned a spat into a lovely poem, filled with vivid imagery... I would say you have talent.... and I hope she came home. ~ hugs and grins Lyra |
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