You begin to see yourself
as being shaped by oceanic-waves.
Dressed in the muscle and fiber of restless storms.
A swish of a garment,
the high hem of a skirt pulls you into her flesh.
Sex remakes you into something you do not recognize.
A storm propels you,
a womb once pushed you,
into a tabular rasa, just so all the elements
of fire, air and earth could produce this creature-self
you now are.
Even mere words can madden your mind.
You wonder where and when you will set,
when you will be only the mold and not the molded,
suspect even, that you are but a sail for the wind.
Meanwhile a hermit crab leaves its shell once more
seeking the hunting cries of tempestuous seagulls.
Categories:
squalls, poetry,
Form: Free verse
A willow trembles in the breeze
And stoops in awe as angels sneeze;
Quaking feebly to its knees,
Bending, doleful, if you please.
A day, as this, when squalls blow wild
The willow cries ~ as like a child;
Deserted, sad, forlorn, beguiled,
And all aloof, left out, exiled.
Now her branches droop away
Blenching down throughout the day;
Keeping blusts of gusts at bay
Harboured from the rainy spray.
Underfoot a lonely duck
Shelters in a babbling brook,
Dabbling in a shady nook
Safe and sound, her haven took.
Then above the daylight seeps,
In the sky the sunlight peeps;
She, thankful for the faith she keeps
The trembling willow gently weeps.
Categories:
squalls, nature, tree,
Form: Couplet
Another night of loneliness
She sits waiting for his call
In silence she grows restless
Emotional rain begins to fall
Tonight her phone will not be ringing
His calming voice she will not hear
In reddened eyes there is a stinging
The threat of squalls is drawing near
Roses he'd given, withered and dried
Fragile petals crushed, lying in her hand
"What have you done to us?" she cried,
as she slipped off her wedding band
In breathy whispers she called his name,
remembering his touch; sweet embrace
Then the haunting memories came
and the look of anguish lined her face
Days, weeks, then months rolled by
a semblance of peace she'd finally found
Until the night he called and said, "Hi."
In emotional rain she almost drowned
No shelter from this impassioned storm
No tincture is there to cure such pain
Upon her cheeks were rivulets warm;
another downpour of emotional rain
~ Upon request, this is being reposted
from several years ago.
Categories:
squalls, lost love,
Form: Rhyme