Paloma P Poet Free verse

Evoking Hurricanes

They paused neath a tortured moon

whence delusions met ocean tides,

eliciting a volatile hurricane's vortex

masking intentions in the sand,

whilst escaping horizons surrender

under disillusionment of passion

in posthaste of sunlit warnings

hidden amidst clandestine shadows,

wherein night no longer shaded love 


CONTEST 247 any form - Brian Strand

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White Wolf December 12, 2016 at 6:46 PM A great win with a phenomenal poem, Paloma! Excellently done! Paloma P December 15, 2016 at 8:53 AM Much appreciated Rick!

John Hamilton December 12, 2016 at 12:07 PM Great writ Pal, congrats on a great win! Paloma P December 15, 2016 at 8:53 AM Thanks John!

Chris Green December 12, 2016 at 6:53 AM I really loved this poem, the meaning, the desires are so deep, even beneath a tortured moon. Perhaps because it is so far away it can't join in but it certainly can illuminate the rendezvous. Beautiful crafted Paloma. Paloma P December 15, 2016 at 8:52 AM What a charming review, thanks Chris.

Freddie Robinson Jr. December 12, 2016 at 6:18 AM I agree w/Victor. Couldn't said it any better. Your poetry is very sublime, full of metaphorical imagery and emerald glinted visions. Well I did have to add my own little tweak to Victor's assessment. Love this poem, it's sooo off-synch romantic, I think. Love your work as always, dear. Much love and best wishes to you. Paloma P December 15, 2016 at 8:52 AM You're too kind Freddie, thanks so much.

CayCay Godwin December 10, 2016 at 7:41 PM Another Wow from me. The metaphor, she runs deep in this one. Truly a beaut of a job, the imagery and symbolism absolutely rock! Poetry hugs ... CayCay Paloma P December 15, 2016 at 8:51 AM Merci beaucoup CayCay!

Doug Vinson December 10, 2016 at 6:26 PM Torture that mOOn, beat on it, hammer on it, hammer away, hammer hammer hammer - hammered silver can be so beautiful. Doug Vinson December 10, 2016 at 7:05 PM Well, I didn't, but if I had to come up with a reason, I'd say because you've been raging against existence for a good while. Not saying you don't have good reasons, either. Paloma P December 10, 2016 at 6:49 PM Why do you think I'm so tuckered out?

Tim Smith December 10, 2016 at 3:46 PM What a powerful image you created Paloma...I can see the vortex in the midst of passion Paloma P December 10, 2016 at 6:48 PM Thanks Tim, glad you did.

Phil Capitano December 10, 2016 at 3:29 PM Really cool ~ " a tortured moon", love that. Paloma P December 10, 2016 at 6:48 PM Flipped, I was leaning that way, thanks for your input, who knows, it might go back, it's a woman's prerogative to change her mind. ;) Phil Capitano December 10, 2016 at 4:06 PM I don't want to tell any poet how to write and I can see the image both ways ~ having said that I might be tempted to flip them but its your call. ??? Paloma P December 10, 2016 at 3:38 PM Thanks so much Phil, I thought of transposing night and love after I posted, but I can't make up my mind. :)