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I Remember Fierce Storm That Blew My Life Apart

I Remember Fierce Storm That Blew My Life Apart I remember fierce storm that blew my life away. Images burned into a sad, finely tortured mind; reminds me of that epic and dark fateful day, tears falling down but no good answers could I find. So in love with my sweetheart but soon hope gave way, when drug induced Nirvana flew into our home. Easy now to see it in slow motion replay, when I groped in darkness wherever I dared roam. Raging clouds gathered within the uncertain West as thunder spilled over into each haunting hour. No joy in simply knowing that I did my best, while I saw the destruction of my wild flower! I remember fierce storm that blew my life apart. Its massive crushing winds destroyed my aching heart. Robert J. Lindley, 1-11-2016 Form- Sonnet, I used 12 syllables instead of ten. Syllables Per Line: 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 Total # Syllables: 168 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: Total # Words: 124

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Vladislav Raven

Date: 1/13/2016 7:46:00 PM

Hi Robert, another excellent Sonnet from your pen. It shows that not only the good and happy things in life make us what we are. A pleasure to peruse. A seven for the depth of the write, a fave for, as i said, i am on a learning curve....Vladislav.

Lin Lane

Date: 1/12/2016 7:30:00 PM

Wonderful metaphoric sonnet, Robert. From the date I see this is a new one, and lovely it is.

Robert Lindley
Date: 1/13/2016 8:10:00 AM

Thanks Lin, as I told my friend Peter, we can embrace our past , study our mistakes and improve our lives by doing that. I have no clue how much I've forgotten until a brother or sister speaks about things we all did and I see that now my memory has erased that--even when it was very important, things involving our father, etc..