Haunting Lights

Michael J. Schaeffer

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Haunting Lights

The Storm is Unwieldy Tame. She is Continuous on this Day. Rampant Remains. Reminders Lay. Is Their a Brake? The Sun Tries to Shine with a Cast of Clouds. Trying to Part the Grief of the Day. Like a Ship from Above. As a Invader. Mingling with a Twist. A Tranquil Eye. The Outer like a Chastising Lash. Continuous. This Storm seems to Plague with a Sureness. She is Dangerous. Frozen in Time. She Continues to Beat and Dance. A Freak Winter Storm from Nowhere. The West is with a Sorcery and Voodoo to the Color of its Dust. Sleepy is in the Sand. A Fall Out. Numbers in the Masses. They are now in Heaven. The Geometry of the Storm. Social. Groups. A Random Order. To Build and Explore. A Master and a Mask. This Ship if it was the Storm is in Full Sail. Bury Me. Blood, Cross and Commandments. The Haunting Lakes. Cold, Wild and Dead. A Small Wild Sea. Civil for a Graveyard. A Scene from Outer Space. Tremendous and Vast. The Day Remains Cloudy Still. Is the Storm Tame? She is Crazy as it Seems. She is Still Capable of Freezing Clouds with Livid and Gloom. Above Haunting Light. Slight Shinning in between. Ravage and Pervade is in Her Blood of Trade...

M.J.S.

  • Author: MJS (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 22nd, 2018 04:22
  • Comment from author about the poem: This was "Hard" to write. Hope you can understand. This was just a basic thought?***
  • Category: Surrealist
  • Views: 28
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  • sylviasearcher

    What an intriguing poem.

    I wonder what is she who is storm?

    • Michael J. Schaeffer

      Thank you for your compliment. I do not understand your question after. I would like to answer it.

    • sylviasearcher

      Well I wondered if you were personifying the storm or what else the storm was a symbol of?

      I wanted to understand your poem better.

      • Michael J. Schaeffer

        The storm has no name. It’s a female because of Mother Nature. Sometimes people underestimate Mother Nature. Sometimes. Plus, I think people don’t always think a female is a big threat. Women can be powerful & mysterious.



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