Lin Lane Poet Free verse

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Deviant Taunts

Upon the horizon darkness loomed
mocking the shadows in my heart
Love was doomed, dismally abused
Emotions bleeding out
Have I succumbed to malaise and died
If there's a faint pulse 
I have no notion
of a vortex if one is whirling

There's a windstorm's fury howling
somewhere in the distance, 
an angry thunder is roaring back,
mimicking the zephyr's bullied shout
revealing the deviant taunt 
lying deep within his black soul

A safe haven have I found
since I've been swept away
into a sanctuary he cannot enter
Emptiness is but a pittance to pay
for a portal into the eye of a storm 
Lightning flashes outside my sheltered nook
striking as quickly as words pummeled me
Emotional scars from verbal blows
left me numb, drained, void of feeling

Twisters are not appeased or reconciled
by anyone for the devastation they cause
They refuse to say penance 
Slowly, the tempest soothed.  Quiet its bellow
Was I to be left naked to eyes that pry
And what of the coward, the spineless fellow
who ridiculed my love with a smirk

Turbulent gusts calmed, ceased blowing
I was fetal tucked on sodden ground
Loneliness reigned in solitude, 
tears overflowing beneath closed lids
I was saved by the eye of the storm  
but he was never found
I found that profound justice
Heavy had been the albatross of emptiness 
that had long strewn itself around me
I suppose he lay somewhere among the debris
Wounds healed from the storm's cleansing 
I no longer cower for I have been set free
Clear skies as I rise

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Aparajita Bhattacharjee March 14, 2024 at 12:40 AM A vivid narration of pain that cuts like thunder. Justice brought about by nature's fury reflect the torment within, in those lines. One can almost see the cleansing after a tumultous night. Makes a very good read.

Paul Willason March 2, 2024 at 8:41 PM An engaging poem Lin with memorable lines....great skill in maintaining the tension from beginning to end, culminating in a triumphant statement. Your powers on full display.

Nancy Kaufman March 2, 2024 at 6:31 AM Dear Lin, What a rich, raw and riveting poem you penned here. "twisters are not appeased nor reconciled by any one for the devastation they cause", so much truth in this message. I will now fav this. Thank you for sharing. Lin Lane March 2, 2024 at 7:00 AM Thank you very much, Nancy. I'm pleased you enjoyed these verses. Have a fantastic weekend.

Sotto Poet February 29, 2024 at 1:49 PM This exceptional poem masterfully draws insightful parallels between a tempestuous relationship and a storm, showcasing the profound capacity for resilience. It takes readers on a profound expedition through tumultuous experiences, deftly maneuvering the tempests of emotional pain, and ultimately discovering tranquility amidst the chaos. Your poignant words overflow with unfiltered emotion and unwavering fortitude, eloquently exemplifying the triumph of finding inner serenity amidst turbulent circumstances. Lin Lane March 1, 2024 at 6:05 AM Your reviews are more insightful to me than my own words, Lasaad. lol Thanks.

Daniel Henry Rodgers February 29, 2024 at 4:21 AM Lin, Your poem is a powerful journey through turmoil and resilience, navigating the storms of heartache and finding peace in the eye of the storm. Your words spill out with raw emotion and strength, illustrating the triumph of inner peace amidst chaos. You've created a scene of healing and liberation through your poetic expression. This poem has many insights and inspiring words of resilience. - Blessings, Daniel Lin Lane February 29, 2024 at 4:27 AM "Resilience" is the perfect word, Daniel. We all need it these days for so many reasons. Thank you for your 20/20 insight.

David Kavanagh February 28, 2024 at 1:22 PM What a superb poem with really meaningful analogies between the storm and an abusive relationship, but one in which the actual storm itself came to rescue and gave sanctuary within its eye, I do love the depth of this one Lin, needed a few reads to fully imbibe and digest the ingenuity/craftsmanship of your poem, cheers David David Kavanagh February 28, 2024 at 3:13 PM Not at all it explains the brilliant twist of the storm offering refuge from itself, the painting is beautiful, the lighting looks like something is trying to emerge from it! Lin Lane February 28, 2024 at 2:50 PM You got to the heart of it, David. I wasn't sure where to take this when it was half written until I thought his thunder was worse than any thunderstorm I'd faced. Lightning opened the portal in my mind but prevented him from entering. I hope that didn't spoil your imagery. Poets see different things, but usually we have the same vision. Thanks for such supportive comments. The painting was a strong impetus.

John Lawless February 28, 2024 at 11:44 AM WOW!!! I have two Louisville sluggers in the basement.....we could use him as a Pinata'. Great write Lin, a whirlwind of feelings, fear, and frustration...overcome Lin Lane February 28, 2024 at 12:19 PM LOL John. Yeah, let's hang him high! Actually, he apologized for all the things he did, and for those he didn't know he'd done. I know someone else we can string up if you're interested.

Duke Beaufort February 28, 2024 at 11:38 AM Lin, the end of a relationship involving strong feeling is an earth shattering experience that you capture with a very strong analogy. It's really seems turbulent and reflects the tumult and angst we go through when/if this happens. The fact that the fellow ridiculed your love with a smirk made me think of your description of a narcissist. That may or may not have been your intent--I can only speculate. Lin Lane February 28, 2024 at 12:17 PM Not a narcissist, Duke, an alcoholic. It was long ago and each drop he drank from his bottle was equal to a tear I spilled into mine. Thanks for your reviews. They're often more compelling and worth reading than a poem. Hugs, dear friend.

Tom Cunningham February 28, 2024 at 10:42 AM Quite a powerful write Lin, your heroine had lucky escape. Tom Lin Lane February 28, 2024 at 12:17 PM It was a matter of life or death... sometimes literally. Thanks, Tom. I've no idea why those thoughts came to mind today.