Category: Writers Block
Hurricane
The night the hurricane dropped by,
My perfect world shattered,
It came so stealthily and sly,
My protests never mattered.
I asked it not to shake my house,
To let it be free from its torrential rain and wild winds,
It did not listen and my strength gave out,
My house of cards tumbled to the ground once the roof caved in.
I couldn’t do a thing,
I didn’t have the strength,
The cruel West wind just laughing,
While my heart could not but rend.
You’ve destroyed my nesting place,
You’ve destroyed my perfect world,
You’ve caused me to fly and join the race,
Into which I had no choice but to be hurled.
I was hurt by the fall,
Didn’t think I could rise,
You did not care at all,
Such was the cruelty in your eyes.
I was given a semblance of rest,
When I came across the sun,
He showed me a new horizon in which someone was splendidly dressed,
I knew our ways were one.
We walked along in silence,
She did not say a word,
All of a sudden things made sense,
In dialogue our new voices were heard.
No longer did the hurricanes haunt my sober dreams,
I was no longer threatened by their roar,
She is the person on my humble team,
Because of her, I row through life with gold and silver oars.
She does not know my words,
Written on these lines,
She does not know she’s worth,
To me a dozen mines.
You read these words not knowing,
That it is of you I write,
The wind and rain have ceased their blowing,
When you came in after that night.
You’ve been with me through all the strain,
Then you brought her into my life,
To you I owe the sun and rain,
To you I owe this wondrous prize.
My life will never be the same,
She is its wonderful addition,
Now there is just no room to blame,
There’s only room to see revisions.
Your terrible winds keep haunting my life,
So much so that it’s hard to say good riddance,
But though your winds are cold and sharp as knives,
With some, good days have more consistence.
you're a great writer bridge, let fly though and try writing something that doesn't rhyme so much. This is great writing, I loved it, but poetry doesn't have to rhyme
Beautiful wonderful imagery a talent indeed.
thanks soldier of the bridge.
lol
In the lines, “The wind and rain have ceased their blowing, When you came in after that night. You’ve been with me through all the strain,” speaks of a truth… of the peacefulness it is that some persons seem to bring with them into our lives while amidst the Storms of Life that beset us are we being blown as it were asunder. The only thing being is that the Storms give us to come into understanding of what peacefulness is, for oft without bitter winds we might be given to find no the appreciation of gentle zephyrs that give calm…