Stormforce.

It confronts the tailend of unharmed
carefree mindset,
and hurls sweet calm away
in wake of departure.

Stormforce then begins changes
in it's merciless course,
composure is altered, acceptance
is also transformed.

Scars shell away exposing pain
and fester begins,
as wounds start to ooze sad
at heartbeats' parting.

Like turbulence gone astray,
shards of gale-battered
memory strike hard as stormforce
betrays my waywardness.

Gathering frenzied strength again
it floods thru resistance, forces
entry and flails, but when quenched
it always slinks away.

Now dry-eyed, I can fight
one more day.

Ben Gieske
A remarkable fit of your words with the painting. A lot of your words convey the force of the storm. They are sharp and vivid. The poem also reads like the incoming clashes of waves with a receding quiet following each one. Artistically written.

carol
one more poem for readers that love great poetry

Vincent Turner
There is something very larkinish about your work, which as you know is a good thing. Poetry is not all about bieng radical..... in a way, by flying the flag for this sort of poetry and not surrendering to the current wave of modern poetry, you are in a sense bieng radical!!! Your work is always consitent, yet is forever improving. you have found your voice, do not let it go, nor be muted by anyone. regards Vincent

Susan Jarvis
The tribulations of inner turmoil given the linguistic kiss of life - Fay Slimm style. Wonderful! :)

Frederick Kesner
The last line/stanze summed it all up for me. The force of the storm seems to appeal many other life situations rather than mere physical inclement weather. :-))