Thursday, August 9, 2012

 (rain through my window)




LIVING THE TEMPEST


Tapatapatapatapatapatapa, rumble.
Wet noise ferociously batters everything
I view outside.
Electric flashes start my heart
like Frankenstein’s quick pumps,
movement, life jumps, so fuzzy,
love? fright,
then death again
until the next.

I watch, listen, safely cradled by the silence inside,

as stealthily, fluid pieces of storm
seep in through hidden cracks.




Submitted to:  Dverse Poets 
                 G-Man for Friday 55 

26 comments:

  1. Ahhh... that sounds like quite the storm Myrna.

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  2. as stealthily, fluid pieces of storm
    seep in through hidden cracks.

    Killer ending to these impressive lines. I love a good storm.

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  3. Tapatapatapatapatapatapa, rumble.
    Wet noise ferociously batters everything
    I view outside.

    I could hear the sounds especially through the fuzzy glass window.It's so realistic Myrna!

    Hank

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  4. i think it fits perfect...love a good storm...it is nice to be safe inside..i like to go out on the porch though...a modicum of safety just to see its ferocity...like the touch of frankenstein...the ending has a bit of an ominous feel to it...

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  5. Wow, what a wonderful capture, Myrna! I could picture those electric flashes, feel the storm build up. You presented just enough details to make me really FEEL.

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  6. Wow...


    Aloha from Honolulu
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  7. My dear Myrna,
    Great write my friend. You know how to stir up the emotions. The greatest storm of all is love (smile). Thanks for sharing my dear.

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  8. Yup. I hear and feel there where the light rain brings on the tympani and cymbals and light show and then "stealthily" comes closer.

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  9. Made me long for a good storm!

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  10. Wow.. what an excellent description of a fierce storm!

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  11. wet noise, fluid pieces of storm...wow!!! you are a wordsmith! :)

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  12. nice myrna...love the Tapatapatapatapatapatapa... and love that you include frankenstein in a piece of impressionistic poetry...that is way cool...smiles

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  13. Beautiful and eloquent, storms always come across to me like natures temporary anger.;)
    Hope you have been well, have a great weekend,
    xoxo

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  14. Lovely and powerful imagery as always, Myrna. Wet noise....really unique.

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  15. Myrna,

    I felt the fear and tension of almost being there in the eye of the storm. You painted a picture with your words...
    Today here in Cheshire we have sunshine and no rain, for a change. Such a poor summer of rain...
    Best Wishes,
    Eileen

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  16. Sounds just like the storm we had last night...you captured the mood perfectly.

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  17. Boy there sure have been some doozies this year!
    You used it perfectly for inspiring this beautiful yarn.
    Loved your 55 Myrna.
    Thank You so much for your great support, and please have a Kick Ass Week-End

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  18. Lovely poem and ending especially. k.

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  19. I really enjoyed the 'cradled by the silence inside'
    I am tired of strong weather though I must say- especially the humidity! Thanks for visiting !

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  20. I like the sounds and fury of the storm ~

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  21. I like this very much. Thank you, my friend.

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  22. Mother Nature at her best. Personally I like this part:
    "love? fright,
    then death again
    until the next."
    Very nice. Superb job!
    Mine is here
    Have you a Rocking Weekend!
    hugs
    shakira

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  23. Great onomatopoeia, and also, I love the atmosphere. The Frankenstein metaphor is perfect here. There's also an ambiguity I like about the ending. Very nice.

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  24. :) nice description... succinct and evocative. I can almost hear it out here in India...

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