Nothing is like water, when water's alone —
Memories go out to sea, swam there unglued;
The seashells on beach cease not spend away home.
When the sky's kiss on water beneath us skews,
The scarring inside leaves us, cumbersome; comb
on my footprints, your own sweet dance talent moves.
Gulls blow northeaster in the tide's crank, feeding
There among ocean drifting into green sea —
Then I lift off no more bars; for I go more
within; as tomorrow bites on my each fin,
So with it the clinging swell out of me pours —
The healing woman of war in shell wherein.
While in the salty races, soft skin is shorn;
With a buoy her own heart's also dug in —
Though with you, she's within the ocean homespun;
You still pass the wave, that adieu going on —
April Northeaster snow storm came to New Hampshire just before the Solar Eclipse in New Hampshire scheduled for today.
A surprise storm came in April
with strong winds that broke trees across the state
Heavy wet snow piled up everywhere
Towns plunged into darkness
Many lingered without power for days
Thankfully other state workers came to help
Now, electric trucks are seen parked in large groups
Darkness will arrive again, with a solar eclipse
and snowmen are built wearing eclipse glasses!
Heidi Sands
4/8/24
(C)opyright
How swiftly my thoughts fly now
to corduroy pants and caps
Facing a howling northeaster
whistles, the rally of hunting dogs
~ the pointer locked, stock-still
In my sweat I am drowning
My passion is the coast ward soaker
Off the beaten path resounding
What could there be more purely mediocre?
I was a weather forecast and you a gale
In my tears I'm crying, I am drowning
Off the beaten path resounding
What could there be more purely mediocre?
I was a weather forecast and you a gale
That moment my soul grew chill
As I fell down the hill
My throat coughing
I crave the cool, chilly calm
And so you came gently gurgling
I am coking off my own vomit drowning
Resounding the gasp, of grasp of our last embrace
Towering over me more purely mediocre taunting
If I could just have but just a taste
Off the beaten path resounding
Deep into that darkness shivering
All my soul within me delivering
'It's that northeaster wind,' I muttered blowing
That moment my soul grew chill
As I fell down the hill
My throat coughing
I crave the cool, chilly calm
And so you came gently emerging
My last thrill, even still
If I could just have but just a taste
of your spirit soul's breathe in my drowning
1/22/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Chilled the January air
shaken and stirred by suffused zephyr winds
shimmering icy foam gurgled frigid in the froth
singing, swirling, whining tempest
lathered howling squeals thru the trees;
naked skeletons undressed by winter fall
gasping breaths guttural involuntary convulsions
tempestuous tease in tornadic twinning gales
breathless mistrals meandering the trades
slipping and sliding along the fluid swells
agitated gesticulated waves palpitating
screech screams, squealing squawking shrieks
raw bittered bites breaching lung and sinew
merciless rigor of glacial numbing
the piercing northeaster yowls
ascending surge of winter awakening rise.
A Northeaster is coming on Friday
The forecasters say it will “Bomb Out”
They have these new words they use
So, should I pout or should I shout?
I will prepare for a winter snow storm
As we call it, like the blizzards in the past
Knowing heavy wet snow is on the way
Hoping Mother Nature’s brew, will pass by fast
Heidi Sands
12/30/18
Racing boastful devil breaths played tag in a sprint
stretching through trees than swift and quick slapping
dropped down low to touch and brush the wintering earth.
A coiled zephyr snaking and winding high in the grayed sky
entwined between gusty gasps of cold air
streaming unseen for a wispy song soft and shrill than gone.
Still for a brief second it fell
quiet and silent, hushed, momentarily at rest
then rising revived in irritated displeasure of the calm.
Stormy seething flares un-quenched belch in the easterly gale
speeding wild and reckless in the sudden lurch
weaving in and out the jet air stream.
Tall grass stood angel like
in the dark recessed corners of the fields
holding an outstretched arm to wave hello and goodbye.
A northeaster blast born of racing westerlies
blend and twist in the winter unexpected warm
waltzing in the chill to spiral the seasonal expectations.
The word got out!
A Northeaster storm is coming tomorrow, late.
The grocery store was like everyone from across the state!
It was a dangerous place to be today. (lol)
Almost getting run over by carts in the way.
Could barely get through to sections of food.
People stocking up in a very rushed mood.
Lines so long, carts so full, it was quite a sight.
You would think we will be snowed in a month, not a night!
Heidi Sands
A northeaster snow storm is rampaging air
A roughshod young warrior, launching ice as a spear
Without any warning, he comes from nowhere
bending trees into sickles, while he conquers with fear
Plowing up roads with a gust and a till
Burying leaves along the gutters and streets
Furrowing rows out of valleys and hills
Prodding the herds with a howl and a shriek
The sun takes retreat with solemn dismay
and holds fast his tongue with whimpering sounds
Rendering helpless, behind hail and flay
Biding his time, while the snow pelts the ground
From the sphere of the dawn, into cold afternoon
war is schooled by the whims of the moon
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Contest: "Pick A Subject" ----Storm
Resubmitted for Brian Strand's Contest: 219