Bob Quigley Poet Free verse

Storm's Comin

I can smell it in the air. Almost taste it
Before me lies a solid gray horizon
Dark clouds hastily trip across the sky
Orange streaks peek through rents in their fabric
Storms comin!!!

Anchored near the shore a restless dinghy
Rocks nervously in anticipation
Rolling thunder whispers in the distance
Flickers of lightning reveal it's presence
Storms comin!!!

The breeze stiffens escalating the scent of rain
Ripples in the lake run further up the sand
As if they were seeking refuge there
Storms comin!!!

I feel the urgent raindrops sting my face
Falling as do arrows from the bow
The wind whipped rain pounces on the water
And the tethered dinghy struggles to be free
It's here!!!


12/06/2011

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Debra Squyres January 13, 2012 at 8:42 AM The poem builds as a storm builds....then crashes down. I felt the suspense and saw the scenery. Well done !!! Love it when a poem stirs the senses !! Enjoyed !! Bob Quigley January 13, 2012 at 10:54 AM Thank you Debra. Kind comments indeed.

Hannah Croy December 8, 2011 at 8:35 AM This is beautiful!!! i love it :).. keep writing :) Bob Quigley December 8, 2011 at 10:14 AM I appreciate your comments Hannah. Thank you for the encouragement

Marty Owens December 7, 2011 at 12:32 PM Bob this is great...you must have been there and done that too...I felt as though I were there again...enjoyed....Marty Bob Quigley December 7, 2011 at 2:12 PM Yup Marty. Have watched a few. Always liked them.

Harry Horsman December 7, 2011 at 10:57 AM Hi Bob, this is so awesome, enjoyed . harry Bob Quigley December 7, 2011 at 11:01 AM Thanks very much Harry

Carol Sunshine Brown December 7, 2011 at 6:46 AM Enjoyed reading your amazing poetry today and hope to be back soon to read more Bob. This time of year we all are so busy and I for one don't have a lot of time right now but I will try. I love reading the poetry of the many talented poets here at the Soup. Hope to be reading your poetry for many more years to come. Thank you for sharing your poetry with us and may you always find the inspiration to continue with your writing endeavors whatever they may be. Love, Carol Bob Quigley December 7, 2011 at 8:01 AM Thank you Carol. I love reading all the creative offerings also.

Robert Pettit December 6, 2011 at 11:44 PM I remember those sudden storms on the boardwalk in Atlantic City and Ventnor, NJ. You have described them very well in this write. Bob Quigley December 7, 2011 at 8:02 AM Thanks Bob.

Andrea Dietrich December 6, 2011 at 9:53 PM This is really NEAT. I love the formatting and the way it builds to it's climax. Great descriptive writing, Bob. Bob Quigley December 6, 2011 at 10:12 PM Thank you Andrea

Debbie Guzzi December 6, 2011 at 4:19 PM I wish I had the 'something' to run in the srorms like we did as kids! without fear! very very nice write! Light & Love Bob Quigley December 6, 2011 at 10:13 PM Thanks Debbie. One of the misfortunes of life is innocence lost. I loved it too

Kim Merryman December 6, 2011 at 11:30 AM Good one, Bob. I can feel the tension growing as the storm moves in. Kim Bob Quigley December 6, 2011 at 2:13 PM Thank you Kim. That is what I hoped to portray

Jack Horne December 6, 2011 at 11:15 AM I love this atmospheric piece, Bob Bob Quigley December 6, 2011 at 11:27 AM Thanks Jack. Glad you liked it.