The Storm Wore On
The Storm Wore On
The rain came day after day in mists,
in sprinkles, in downpours and onslaughts.
The persistent wind blew and howled,
sometimes in great sudden gusts
that pushed and jostled the trees:
the oaks swayed and bobbed about,
the pines whipped back and forth
with fierce lashings in their high branches.
Raindrops constantly ticked down
to the wet ground within the deep woods.
The earth was thick with slick mud as
tiny puddles formed into standing pools.
Everything was awash within the storm
as the gray days trudged by.
I just waited for the storm to pass
looking toward the horizon for sunshine.
© R.H. Peat 1/25/2008 —5:17 PM
Form: 8 couplets 16 lines
Metaphor: /Do the storms ever end?
La Finita
Incredibly terrific imagery. I can almost touch the storm. Superb last stanza, a sweet metaphore and wise advice.
Incredibly terrific imagery. I can almost touch the storm. Superb last stanza, a sweet metaphore and wise advice.
RAJ NANDY
Well composed Ron ! Loved reading it , -Raj
Well composed Ron ! Loved reading it , -Raj
Frank Lambert
I love storms Ron, and you really took me to the moment here with your descriptive way. I guess some storms never do.
I love storms Ron, and you really took me to the moment here with your descriptive way. I guess some storms never do.
Dream Weaver
Excellent writing Ron...you brought the storm alive wile holding out hope fora beautiful day to come:)
Excellent writing Ron...you brought the storm alive wile holding out hope fora beautiful day to come:)
Sandra Martyres
Brilliant use of the storm metaphor Ron - your imagery never ceases to amaze me...another perfect wtite - TFS
Brilliant use of the storm metaphor Ron - your imagery never ceases to amaze me...another perfect wtite - TFS
Dorothy A. Holmes apwlts2
The storms of life rarely do as it is always first one thing and then another. Yet the sun does find its way into the forest as the rain stops and the sky renders a rainbow. Beautiful verse Ron, strong and filled with perfect metaphor... Dorothy A Poet Who Loves To Sing
The storms of life rarely do as it is always first one thing and then another. Yet the sun does find its way into the forest as the rain stops and the sky renders a rainbow. Beautiful verse Ron, strong and filled with perfect metaphor... Dorothy A Poet Who Loves To Sing
Ron,all storms have a life span, some last longer than others; you capture it through such vivid images,that it's impossible not to get caught in it, but inner light sees us through. a very beautiful poem, what for me stands out is, that you talk in past sense after the storm has spent its fury, and one senses a serenity in your tone in contrast to the images.