Poem -
Storm Clouds
Stormy skies ferment,
Darkest shadows are cast.
Winds blowing dormant,
Streams flow down fast.
A break through the clouds,Ā
Streaked in shimmers of light,
Still cocooned in a shroud,Ā
creeping into the night.
Clouds feel heavy in grief,
Where dawn's pass on by.
Holding onto a belief,Ā
In a final goodbye..
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This is excellent poetry Lorna .. quite beautiful yet still foreboding & noir x
Hi Neville..foreboding and Noir, yes!! that is exactly the tone I was going for..
thank youĀ
lorna xx
Such a stunning write Lorna...to me you have described the very essence of nature's power and the reflections it inspires in us...hugs x
Thanks Marion, I really appreciate that, I'm so glad you found that from this peice.
lorna xx
Well doneā¦
Thanks JohnĀ
much appreciatedĀ
Lorna xx
Hello Lorna and glad to finally be here to read this pearler.
At a quick glance one would easily be hoodwinked and believe it's Gaia, that daughter of Chaos at work, or good old Mother Nature on display here,
at a quick glance.
But reading between the lines it's a mirror of the human condition.
Nicely done and with a superb rhyme scheme that's so darned tricky to pull off to keep a poem coherent and unified.
Without going around the mulberry bush like I am now with this comment :)
Well done bonny lass and kudos to you and hope all is well with you and family too.š xx.
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Thanks Shaun,
that's very kind of you and always very much appreciatedĀ
Hahah IĀ quite enjoy a trip around the mulberry Bush at times, but I'm glad this didn't feel like too much
all is well here, hope all is good with you and yours tooĀ
lorna xx
sorry I'm late to the party of wonderful writing! I feel the dread already for realĀ now accentuated and captured here!! ............................................Jim
Hello Jim,
I'm sure being on time isn't "cool"Ā
My teenagers don't see the logic and they're "on fleek" whatever that is haha
thanks for your kind words, much appreciatedĀ
Lorna xx
hello Lorna! just catching up on these cool writes of yours! yes! I didn't even understand myself as a teenager!..........................................Jim
Haha...I dont understand myself in my forties xx
Hi Lorna,
Another beautiful write;
short, simpleĀ less verbose. I loved it.
Sorry for being late. I guess you know why. š š¤£Ā
LOVE
LEAH
Hello Leah,Ā
thanks for you kind messageĀ
xx
This encompasses so much of what I like about poetry. Your choice of words is perfect. Ferment, dormant, cocooned, grief - they are all the "mot juste" and streaked in skimmers of light is a lovely alliterative phrase. I personally think the skies and in particular cloud formations provide so much inspiration for us poets. So glad I have come across your poetry.Ā
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Thanks Bernie, that is very kind of you.. I am definitely one to feel in awe of the skies above, new skies - new inspiration and thankfully they're ever changing
Lorna
I can absolutely see this it reminds me of a storm night in London and I can also see it as the last breath,Ā wow. Stunning metaphors āš§ļø š¹