Stormforce
It confronts the tailend of unharmed carefree mindset,
and hurls sweet calm
away
in wake of departure.
Stormforce then begins change in it's merciless course,
composure is altered,
acceptance
is then transformed.
Scars shell away exposing pain and fester begins, wounds
start to ooze dark
sadness
at heartfelt parting.
Like turbulence gone astray, thin shards of gale-battered
memory strike hard as
stormforce
betrays waywardness.
Gathering frenzied strength again it floods resistance,
forces entry and flails,
quenched
later it slinks away.
Now dry-eyed she can fight on for yet one more day.
Tribhawan Kaul
What a storm can do to any thing moveable / immoveable, you have put in words.I simply enjoyed reading it.
What a storm can do to any thing moveable / immoveable, you have put in words.I simply enjoyed reading it.
nimal dunuhinga
Rather than Beautiful and Fay stands like a Flagpost! And I see the flag waves here & there?
Rather than Beautiful and Fay stands like a Flagpost! And I see the flag waves here & there?
kath
This is a beautiful, vivid weaving of the forces of Nature and emotion. :) kath xxx
This is a beautiful, vivid weaving of the forces of Nature and emotion. :) kath xxx
Shashendra Amalshan
you excel at writing nature poems Fay. This again is very nice to read with hurricanes and thunderstorms around lol..
you excel at writing nature poems Fay. This again is very nice to read with hurricanes and thunderstorms around lol..
Lynda Robson
Nature at it's magnificent best Fay, so well described by you thanks xx
Nature at it's magnificent best Fay, so well described by you thanks xx
carol
storms at sea vivivly described fay
storms at sea vivivly described fay
Susan Jarvis
I love the twist at the end, Fay...pathetic fallacy at its finest. :)
I love the twist at the end, Fay...pathetic fallacy at its finest. :)
Don
I note the connection with a storm from the sea...and now am wondering what that storm face looks like from the prairies where I was a boy, watching storms grow all day until they arrived in the early evenings.... The symbolic connection is not lost upon me, I am a husband and father of three beautiful daughters, and now grandfather to a "perfect" granddaughter (only in a fool's eyes). I have seen these storms come and go many times. Wonderful write, Fay.
I note the connection with a storm from the sea...and now am wondering what that storm face looks like from the prairies where I was a boy, watching storms grow all day until they arrived in the early evenings.... The symbolic connection is not lost upon me, I am a husband and father of three beautiful daughters, and now grandfather to a "perfect" granddaughter (only in a fool's eyes). I have seen these storms come and go many times. Wonderful write, Fay.
john o'connell
a superb write with diction that i love. tfs.. kind regards, john
a superb write with diction that i love. tfs.. kind regards, john
Raj Arumugam
The emotions and nature work in harmony in a classic manner, Fay: Like turbulence gone astray, thin shards of gale-battered memory strike hard as stormforce betrays waywardness. Vigorous lines.
The emotions and nature work in harmony in a classic manner, Fay: Like turbulence gone astray, thin shards of gale-battered memory strike hard as stormforce betrays waywardness. Vigorous lines.
Yes, it's just like that. :)