The Storm…
By: Felix L. Perry
North wind howls and the ice pellets crack
against the window like rapid fire shots
the cold penetrates the secret hidden cracks
permeating the old, whimsical beach house
each gust threatens to erase its history
doors are bolted, fortified and shutters closed
to protect the frailty of a treasured touch
Outside a blanket of white with a half inch of ice
covering it like thick clear vinyl the kind
old ladies tended to cover their settees with
the blanket extending its reach down to the crashing surf
where ocean refuses to cede another inch of what is his
there is solitude no footprints fall nor sea gulls call
only roar of a feral wind and angered surf
Inside candle glow dancing with flames of fire
d-cell music soothes the nerves of hearth and home
red wine takes away the edge of last night’s fears
as arms embrace and the world past shuttering door
ceases to exist except a glance, the privacy of offered lips
that yearn and lust for the love so long denied
sunrise winds surrender to love’s overpowering force
tantrum throwing waves bow in supplication
in shame apologize to a morning kiss…
Sheila
Love ya face Cuz XOXOXO, Rose
the pic is wonder & a very nice place to be held
by winter's storm & also those romantic storms inside to also embrace...
Peace, Love & Inspirations
Vickie
God bless you. Kathy
Your poetic verbs rush over one's emotions like a first winter's snow. I've always been the one who never minded being snowed in. I've never had the chance to experience snow at the beach although if I were with a powerful man such as you....I wouldn't be scared a bit.
Great visuals.
Blessings!
Susan
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Then, the storm can come, knock on the door all it wanted without making that candle to flicker.
Georg
Hugs,Chrissie
Much enjoyed.
John
Hugs,
Anna
I've known many a relationship just like this, but they don't always end with the tantrum bowing in supplication or a morning kiss, more like a raised middle finger in the night.
~W~