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Wuthering Night

My life's mixed up with logic, gnarly.
I admit I'm confused.  I sure do.
Every picture tells a story,
but stories paint a picture too.
Am I looking at Wuthering Heights, 
or reading The Starry Night?

Categories: wuthering, art, books, confusion,
Form: Rhyme

The Wuthering

The high moors slant giddily over gritstone edges
where torrents overflow gallons of sky.
Grouse are blown sideways
by a bone-twisting gale.

The land is harried by fishtailing winds,
a sparse tufted earth blown beyond its roots.

In the valley, cats crouch; dogs snap the air
their barks as full as storm-drains.
Torrid echo’s outrun stampeding frights.

In the village pub,
locals move away from

Categories: wuthering, poetry,
Form: Free verse

Wuthering heights

Watch that big moon,
It smiles far away.
It's brighter than ever,
It has so much to hide.
The queen among the stars
takes care of its castle
with all the secrets inside.

A princess with no name
has its moods to show,
sometimes feeling full,
sometimes feeling blue.

Listen to that big moon
when she talks to you,
she has so much to say,
so many whispers,
so many

Categories: wuthering, adventure, allegory, allusion, blessing,
Form: Free verse

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Whether Wuthering Weather

Whether Wuthering Weather

Whether ebb or flow.
Weather blows trees like oceans,
Wuthering waves... roar.


by Martin Braun
August 30, 2023

In memory of my dear mother-in-law, Bea, who was a tremendous poet and an inspiration.  A book of her poems was published.  She watched Wuthering Heights for countless continuous days. Heathcliff!

Categories: wuthering, water, weather, wind,
Form: Haiku

Wuthering Woe

From centuries in the sands in woods
In rivulets oceans boat of love
It Rowan Rowan from Day first
With cuckoo, seagull wounded dove
O hazy phantom speak with us
Like blood in heart thou  circulate
Thy chamber in the niche of soul
From maddening world so isolate

Thy Laila, Juliet, Romeo Qais
Wherest they live wherest they go?
They live in desert of

Categories: wuthering, bereavement, care, death, dedication,
Form: Rhyme

Wuthering Love

From centuries in the sands in woods
In rivulets oceans boat of love
It Rowan Rowan from Day first
With cuckoo, seagull wounded dove
O hazy phantom speak with us
Like blood in heart thou  circulate
Thy chamber in the niche of soul
From maddening world so isolate

Thy Laila, Juliet, Romeo Qais
Wherest they live wherest they go?
They live in desert of

Categories: wuthering, bereavement, cool, deep, destiny,
Form: Rhyme

Wuthering Love

From centuries in the sands in woods
In rivulets oceans boat of love
It Rowan Rowan from Day first
With cuckoo, seagull wounded dove
O hazy phantom speak with us
Like blood in heart thou  circulate
Thy chamber in the niche of soul
From maddening world so isolate

Thy Laila, Juliet, Romeo Qais
Wherest they live wherest they go?
They live in desert of

Categories: wuthering, bereavement, cool, deep, destiny,
Form: Rhyme

The Wuthering

Torrents overflow a rocking sky.
The high moors slant giddily over gritstone edges
dark are the claws of calamity.

Small birds are blown sideways into scant
bone-twisted trees, crooked branches spear each other.

The land is harried by low and high fishtailing winds,
the tufted earth blown beyond its roots.

In the valley, village cats crouch; dogs snap the air
their mouths as

Categories: wuthering, poetry,
Form: Free verse

Wuthering

While watching windswept willows weeping,
    Wild winter winds were wailing with woe.
    Without words we wisely wondered why,
    Whither who would wander weather-wise.

    2/ 20/ 2021.

    For the Liberum Divisa 4 poetry contest.
    Sponsor Gregory R Barden.

Categories: wuthering, weather, wind, winter,
Form: Free verse

Her Wuthering Letters

You get to a point where 
you can’t read them anymore
and consider yourself a grown-up.

But it wasn’t until I was fifty-two 
that I threw them away. 

How long could they hide
in a high school brief case
next to a box of sweaters 
in the attic?

So…into the Dumpster Doodle-Doo 
they went: her Wuthering epistles, 
and my Heathcliff’s

Categories: wuthering, love,
Form: Free verse

Wild Rugged Wuthering Moor

How I love the  Wuthering heights rugged landscape
Of the wild savage moor
As I stand upon a rocky outcrops
High on a windswept Tor.

Under the  blue sky canopy before me
Lies sweeping lush green and tawny vales and rolling hills
Land so wild and unforgiving
As the cold wind begins to bite and chill
Carpets of lilac heather providing

Categories: wuthering, adventure, beauty, creation, nature,
Form: Free verse

Wuthering Heights

Star crossed lovers strolled together
over moorland fields of heather...
Tragedy unfolds


Emily Bronte wrote thereof...
She, too, lost chance to find true love...
Death, again, grabs hold




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For Black-Eyed Susan's Contest: Tail Rhyme
5/1/12

Categories: wuthering, adventure, lost love, on
Form: Tail-rhyme