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The Fiercest Storm

Feigning sleep, I hear the wind a-blowing Angry voices of winter screaming, clanging, Passionate moaning like a violin bowing. And then I awaken, the shutters are banging As darkness enhances the fiercest storm -- Angry voices of winter screaming, clanging. Familiar, but the noises are never the norm So I wrap myself tightly in the heavy duvet, As darkness enhances the fiercest storm. She is frightening, but I accept nature’s way I know the storm will pass overhead soon, So, I wrap myself tightly in the heavy duvet Until clouds part and light from the moon Feigning sleep, I hear the wind a-blowing, I know the storm will pass overhead soon Passionate moaning like a violin bowing. Written February 6, 2022

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Hat Bueckert

Date: 9/6/2022 9:08:00 PM

This paints quite a picture, nothing quite like a winter storm, nicely written!

L Milton Hankins
Date: 9/7/2022 8:11:00 AM

Thanks so much, Hat. Gave me the shivers!

Unseeking Seeker

Date: 2/28/2022 9:26:00 PM

Fantastic imagery, Milt! I must attempt this form too

L Milton Hankins
Date: 2/28/2022 9:42:00 PM

Be care, Unseeking Seeker, because I may have taken some liberties with it. See my note to Jeff below.

Jeff Kyser

Date: 2/13/2022 7:34:00 AM

I really like this! I'm struggling a bit with what the description of the form says. You've got a nice repetition of some lines that appear multiple times and give this a nice rhythm of returning to themes. I didn't immediately see that reading their description, but I like it. Obviously, yours fits the rhyme scheme perfectly. I was just not clear as whether the line repeats were a feature or a requirement. Just trying to learn a bit; again, a lovely poem!

L Milton Hankins
Date: 2/28/2022 9:42:00 PM

Actually, this is more like a villanelle, except there are no secondary rhymes and the terzanelle requires that one pick up the rhyme of the middle line for the primary lines of the following stanza. I believe the directions allow for the repetition of the lines. I might have misinterpreted it technically, but I wrote it for my pleasure, so I didn't particularly care whether it followed all the rules. I have a habit of doing this, so I'm not always a good example of a form. I believe this one is correct, however.

Tom Cunningham

Date: 2/8/2022 10:15:00 AM

You captured the essence of the storm well Milton, I must admit, I love a raging storm in all its glory. Tom

L Milton Hankins
Date: 2/8/2022 12:14:00 PM

Thanks, Tom. I'm pleased by your comment.

Bill Baker

Date: 2/7/2022 4:47:00 PM

Excellence becomes your poetry, Milt. well written to form. Bill

L Milton Hankins
Date: 2/7/2022 7:39:00 PM

Thank you so much, Bill. I really appreciate your affirmation.

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 2/7/2022 11:07:00 AM

I like the way you let us know that it is not safe out there, but you are safe inside "She is frightening, but I accept nature’s way I know the storm will pass overhead soon," Glad you have a duvet.

L Milton Hankins
Date: 2/7/2022 12:14:00 PM

I don't. We used to have them on every bed at the B&B, so I was familiar with what they are. I have several hand-me-down quilts from both sides of our family, and I have a thermal blanket, too. I do like duvets, though.