Carrie Richards Poet Free verse

The Storm

I lie awake, hearing the wind
Winter, that coils in the breast of night
Glides in from the fields, 
Eerie sounds through window sills
When night, soon perishes into dawn
A morning, slender and pale
Still dark with shadowed swill
Reveals such hapless sight
The wretched carpet, rubble and plight
Like broken wings from dark of night
Finds limb and bough mere ghosts
Of trees, battered, forsaken 
By violent rage of night

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Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen March 19, 2010 at 3:06 AM Reminds me of the passing of Katrina...when when we were only near the edge.

Susan Mills January 28, 2010 at 2:22 PM your poem moves with poetic expression. What a raging wind-- very descriptive. -Susan Mills

Kabuteng P.Ink K. January 21, 2010 at 8:28 AM you brought the storm to the reader, Carrie and this is just awesome--felt like I was in the eye of the storm...

Ravindra K Kapoor January 21, 2010 at 6:32 AM Absolutely wonderful. Splendid in the sketch of the scene after a storm. You have penned a beautiful poem. Thanks. With best wishes and love Ravindra

Andrea Dietrich January 20, 2010 at 12:29 PM I so love your imagery you use, Carrie. This is yet another example of writing at its best. and thanks for what you said about my cat poem. Luv ya, andrea

Carol Sunshine Brown January 20, 2010 at 9:40 AM Your poetry was a pleasure to read today Carrie. I hope you have a wonderful day filled with love and inspiration. May we all be able to read your poetry here at PoetrySoup for years to come. Love, Carol

Brian Strand January 20, 2010 at 12:32 AM One of your best Carrie.Well captured images.Rgds Brian & thanks for your welcome comments.

Christopher Steven Coan January 19, 2010 at 9:25 PM I read in a book entitled "Ireland" that (and I paraphrase), "There is no such thing as writing a poem. The ones we call poets, true poets, are merely keen listeners who have learned to recognize when a poem is dropping by." You, Carrie, are what I call a true poet. You have learned to recognize the fait whisper of a poem as it envelops you, learned to embrace its nature, and have developed a heart for its life. Thanks so much for this wonderful poem

P Sheart January 19, 2010 at 2:50 PM Truly enjoyed Carrie, my kind of write. Hey, I get the pleasure of being the first one to comment, smile. Reminds me of when I was a young one ever listening to the wind and all my senses becoming full from forest sounds. Every now and then my imagination would get the best of me. Thanks for sharing your amazing poetry. Take care, Love Light Patty