(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
Ahhh... that sounds like quite the storm Myrna.
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Killer ending to these impressive lines. I love a good storm.
Tapatapatapatapatapatapa, rumble.
ReplyDeleteWet noise ferociously batters everything
I view outside.
I could hear the sounds especially through the fuzzy glass window.It's so realistic Myrna!
Hank
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...
ReplyDeleteWow, 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.
ReplyDeleteWow...
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My dear Myrna,
ReplyDeleteGreat write my friend. You know how to stir up the emotions. The greatest storm of all is love (smile). Thanks for sharing my dear.
Yup. I hear and feel there where the light rain brings on the tympani and cymbals and light show and then "stealthily" comes closer.
ReplyDeleteMade me long for a good storm!
ReplyDeleteWow.. what an excellent description of a fierce storm!
ReplyDeletewet noise, fluid pieces of storm...wow!!! you are a wordsmith! :)
ReplyDeletenice myrna...love the Tapatapatapatapatapatapa... and love that you include frankenstein in a piece of impressionistic poetry...that is way cool...smiles
ReplyDeleteBeautiful and eloquent, storms always come across to me like natures temporary anger.;)
ReplyDeleteHope you have been well, have a great weekend,
xoxo
Lovely and powerful imagery as always, Myrna. Wet noise....really unique.
ReplyDeleteLovely mix of naturalism and imagery
ReplyDeleteMyrna,
ReplyDeleteI 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
Sounds just like the storm we had last night...you captured the mood perfectly.
ReplyDeleteBoy there sure have been some doozies this year!
ReplyDeleteYou 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
Lovely poem and ending especially. k.
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed the 'cradled by the silence inside'
ReplyDeleteI am tired of strong weather though I must say- especially the humidity! Thanks for visiting !
Love it!
ReplyDeleteI like the sounds and fury of the storm ~
ReplyDeleteI like this very much. Thank you, my friend.
ReplyDeleteMother Nature at her best. Personally I like this part:
ReplyDelete"love? fright,
then death again
until the next."
Very nice. Superb job!
Mine is here
Have you a Rocking Weekend!
hugs
shakira
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.
ReplyDelete:) nice description... succinct and evocative. I can almost hear it out here in India...
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