The world is raging outside my door,
Storm pounding and surf rising,
Wild and fierce on this angry night,
The sky growls and blinks her eyes,
As lightening flashes across the sky…
The hair on my arms rises in response,
To all this powerful energy,
I am restless and moody,
Feel the need to run in this wild night,
Feel the rain lash my face and bare arms,
Sooth the fire that rages within-
Ah such power in this storm!
Flowing through my veins;
Electricity in the air making my hair stand on end,
My heart keeping pace with the rolling thunder-
I am night’s savage child,
Running on instinct only…
The meadow looms before me,
Long grasses swaying in obedience to angry god-
I raise my arms to the sky,
And lightning flashes in answer to my plea!
Thunder booms approvingly,
Driving me to my knees,
I laugh insanely at world gone mad;
This is true power!
In the blink of an eye your life can be changed,
And all the whining and bleating of lost sheep,
Can not bring it back again…
Look outside your door,
And see true power,
In the storms that rage across the sky!
Sizzles and cracks with intensity...storms speak to the wild in us! They are part of man's earliest memories...I love storms, and I loved this write, Retta.
Reviewed by Robert Fullerton (Reader)
Reviewed on February 3, 2005
I will be visiting your page more often...I really enjoyed this work!
Thanks, Retta..........Bob
yes Reatta this is one reason to hold and control as much power as one can before there is none, or the outside dominates. This piece carried me right with it, then I added in my fearless nature to join in with the outside forces and share. Nothing can stop us from doing this but our own selves and fear. Before I give into the fear, I'll let the stronger outside forces kill me. G
PS: Even Door To Holy Hell Looks Like Door to Heaven,i.e. But,You As All Humanity Will Not Know Until You Walk Through It To That Great Divide You Can Will Slllliiiiidddddddddeeeeeeeeeeeeeee...........................
what a power to your words as you capture the fury of the storm outside your door. love these lines:
In the blink of an eye your life can be changed,
And all the whining and bleating of lost sheep,
Can not bring it back again…
Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)
Reviewed on January 29, 2005
I love this write..
I fear God more than a storm though...
If my brother-in-law would get right with God
he wouldn't be so scared of storms....
Great to read you again.....
Dear Retta,
What a powerful poem! I find storms awe-inspiring and sometimes fearful! You've captured the essence so effectively in this poem. The storm underscores your emotional 'breaking out' Wow, I wish I could do it like this!
Love Chanti
It is sometimes tempting to keep the door closed but you make some valid points in these verses; and storms can be so energizing. Thank you, Retta. Love and peace. Regis
Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)
Reviewed on January 29, 2005
I love a good storm and this write is as powerful as the storms are. Great write!
You and nature are one in this poweful write. When I saw the pic of the open door I was inspired to write a short poem called "Making History" which doesn't meet your challenge criteria but thanks for the inspiration.
Perfection! You plunge us into the heart of that storm, Retta; well done. Mother Nature is the embodiment of Eternal Omnipotence. Love the way this beautifully crafted piece resonates.
Best,
Carolyn
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on January 29, 2005
To go through the doors of our lifes is an eternal challenge, but the real challenge is the times when we venture "outside" the doors of our thoughts and experience and witness true drama which heretofore has been sheltered from our senses. Ya did good here, Retta.
Just as life during the pandemic was color-coded with different hues representing different levels of danger, life in its aftermath has become shaded in similar ways. As a self-styled “Seeker of Beauty with Beauty,” (borrowing from a quote by W.E.B.
Thanks, Retta..........Bob
A thunderous write.
Joy and sunshine
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into your poem. Awesome!
Wow!!! Very powerful poem full of energizing thoughts. I love the imagery and metaphor of the storm! Superb composition!
Cynthia
Fabulous art; masterful poetic write ... stunning!!
Best wishes,
Robert
enjoy nature write, I'll take your challenge
Later after my next posting
William ..... Peace & Love
strong yet the flow here
has a lingering of love
(might just be me)
enjoyed you just the same!!!
--S
Love Tinka
Sandie Angel a.k.a. Sandie May Angel :o)
PS: Even Door To Holy Hell Looks Like Door to Heaven,i.e. But,You As All Humanity Will Not Know Until You Walk Through It To That Great Divide You Can Will Slllliiiiidddddddddeeeeeeeeeeeeeee...........................
TRASK
In the blink of an eye your life can be changed,
And all the whining and bleating of lost sheep,
Can not bring it back again…
I fear God more than a storm though...
If my brother-in-law would get right with God
he wouldn't be so scared of storms....
Great to read you again.....
What a powerful poem! I find storms awe-inspiring and sometimes fearful! You've captured the essence so effectively in this poem. The storm underscores your emotional 'breaking out' Wow, I wish I could do it like this!
Love Chanti
It sounds like you left the door open, to capture the storm in all its power and beauty. Well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
You wouldn't want to do that with a Texas thunderstorms--now THOSE are scary LOL
Take care,
Sherry
Nila
capturing the fury of the storm inside and outside
of us all! Superb poem!
love,eileen
Best,
Carolyn