Best Poems Written by Margorie Clemente

The Blizzard

My mother says 
I’m a blizzard
She also compared me to 
a volcano
And a tornado

She said my room was like 
a hurricane

And that my closet was 
so messy 
I might have a few 
Cadavers lying around in there

Anyway—the storms? 

I noticed they’re all 
Massive calamities
Uncontrollable forces of nature

They’re destructive
Haunting—
Almost beautiful

I like that idea:
Being dangerous and beautiful
But I don’t know if that’s exactly what she meant.

Copyright © Margorie Clemente | Year Posted 2015