Thursday, October 1, 2015

The Tempest

The tepid calmness beneath the somber shroud
Pregnant with a promise of violent storm
The preceding silence is intensely loud

Still and stagnant, like a painting in the dorm
Ships return, seagulls take refuge at the coast
In those darkened hours barely before the storm

And then the gusts taste of thunder, roar and boast
Blizzards twist and twirl the weather-vanes about
Deafening howls resound from pits nethermost

A chaos reigns within, a chaos, without.

Until a sliver of hope is tossed about.

Courtesy: Louise, with The Storyteller's Abode


  1. Wonderful take on the photo prompt with this lovely poem! I read it several times because it was so good. Thank you so much for participating in Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers Challenge!

    1. Thank you so much for such encouraging words. It is really heartening to know that you liked the effort.

  2. I enjoyed your poem. I feel it takes the photo into stormy waters. It's odd but I didn't notice the clouds until you wrote about it. I think it's wonderful to see the way everyone sees things a bit differently in the photo. Well done ...!!!
    Isadora ��

    1. Thank you so much Isadora. I hope it tosses the picture back too, to where it belongs. Peace and tranquility


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