There is a storm rattling my windows and shrieking over the sea – its sheer force is awe-inspiring, hence this little stab at deciphering its message:
The wind is blowing, hissing and rising up to a shrill
The angry wind lifting the waves, oh it’s such a thrill
Roaring gusts devastating, flattening everything
Indignant squalls biting, as a dark vengeful wing
Unstoppable howling gales looking, forever searching
My irate wind, how I feel your rage, your suffering
Shriek and scream my glowering, majestic tempest
Regain your pride, make them feel your harshness
Mayhem and chaos you are sowing, as is fair and just
Leaving desolation in your wake and only barren dust
Additional note: this is from the archives but the storm two days ago was as fierce as the one I wrote about back then…
Painting: “Miranda – The Tempest” by John William Waterhouse
Nice read. Thanks for posting 🙂
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Thank you so much for reading 🙂
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This, this is remarkable!
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Thank you so much Poet, I’m humbled 🙂
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Wonderful.
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Thank you my friend 🙂
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Beautiful I can vision it!
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Thank you 🙂
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Write those feeling out girl! 😉
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You know it 😉
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I also like to listen to my inner winds and storms….
That was a beautifully penned poem… Thanks for sharing. ❤
Happy weekend ahead~ Aquileana 😀
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Thank you, I really appreciate it ❤
Have a good weekend too – Nathalie 🙂
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Thank you for reblogging this, I’m glad you enjoyed it 🙂
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Beautiful. 🙂
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Thank you, I’m very pleased you enjoyed it – thanks for reading 🙂
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Beautiful… 🙂
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Thank you, it is one of my favourites 🙂
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Funny, that you used this painting too! Well, before I did 🙂
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