The Storm


the wolf howls

the lightening plays havoc

in the sky

excitement boils below

on the firmament

the storm brews

it chews on some people's nerves

and comforts and pleases others

the smell of ozone teases some

makes them smile

it frightens some and makes them cringe

on the fringe of nightmare stuff

the first pitter patter

the wolf howls again

a friend to the storm

the downpour drives him to protection

of the hills, the caves, the havens

for the wild things

nature's child things

they hide, they watch, they wait

they anticipate the calm after the storm

  • Author: diamonddagger (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 15th, 2013 18:33
  • Category: Nature
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  • BrokenWordsPoet

    Linda... I love your poem I am going to fusion it then pass it back to you. I hope you will like my thoughts. This is a wonderful piece for such an exercise of wit.

    BWP... James...

  • diamonddagger

    I don't understand the fusion...but you go ahead and teach me the ins and outs of this site. I can't wait to see what you do with this poem.

  • baj-a

    I love storms...the bigger the better and you captured the mixed feelings people have during storms wonderfully in your poem. I love natures child's things... what an inspired and magical line!

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