~ Stormy Nights ~
The house gathered its breath
its heartbeat pulsed
all the while pretending
to be empty
A slight stiffness to the way
she slipped through the air
crossing the room
A lively patina of emotions
squirmed across her thoughts
like static electricity
A clap of thunder rolled
windowpanes vibrating
like drumheads
lights throbbing dimly’
like pulsing storm beams
Coruscating curtains
of radiant rain silvered the night
Torrents pounded and pried
seeking entrance
as the storm painted luminous
galaxies on the skylights
and faint images
crawled the hallway floors
Loneliness was present
as if pure purpose
encased in pure impatience
pierced and filled the void
with an oppressive sense of bleakness
Standing by the window
the street was visible
behind that sequined veil of rain
only in a succession of wedges
between half closed blinds
Her reflection
just bounced back
into the lonesome void
© 2006
Carole Mathys
So profound ... that in the lonesome void, as 'her' reflection just bounced back, the delicate beauty of the verse turned its beam on 'her' not-so-concealed emotion.
Lovely. Compelling. Skilfully crafted.
A lively patina of emotions
squirmed across her thoughts
like static electricity
superlative that is strong enough. You show instead of tell, and
that is far harder than it looks. L o v e i t. 'Pea' <3
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
Storms intrique me. The more intense they are, the better I like it. Well..to a point anyway.
There's just something about the wind and rain, the lightning flashes and rolls of thunder that wake something deep within me.
You've taken words and stirred that very feeling, which not easily done.
A grand photo you've painted here in words.
Lisa
Regis
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
love joanne
A StormSpinner's kind of write--my ultimate compliment, wish I'd written it! BRAVA!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Birgit and Roger
Thanks for sharing!!
Love Tinka
The interaction is eloquently played! A gem of a poem, Carole!
Eileen