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My Stormy Eyes
Contributed by
proudestmonkey
on
Saturday, 19th May 2007 @ 05:21:12 PM in AEST
Topic:
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The ditty bop pings
Of hail litter the forlorn road,
While charcoal clouds fly swift
On the end of a line,
A kite tattered and emanating
As the world turns
grey.
While slothful footprints wash away,
Soggy mountains
Muffle the fabric
Of rebellious flowers,
And Heaven unleashes
Its tears.
The crescendo rising and falling,
Swelling with the beat of my woe-logged heart,
And for one moment it's almost as if
I'm on life-support.
A flip is switched
And the zephyr quivers,
A chill stings the air,
And branches bow in anticipation
In the wooded-cities' despair
As an overcoat of darkness
Clothes their naked limbs.
Birds are quieted,
Alcoves are violated,
As the wet pangs become one
With the looming ground.
The world surrenders
As the nimble lightning prowls,
Met only by untimely thunder-growls,
Hungry skies searching for prey,
Searching for fuel,
Searching for something.
Melancholy clouds consume the horizon-
They look like cotton balls, dipped in ink
And thrown in the sky,
By an arm as strong
As a resentful heart's anger with the world.
A revolution is swirling,
The voices gain strength,
Proud music of the storm
Bellowing at full volume,
Ensuring that no finger-flip
From a grand conductor
Could dampen the magnitude
Of it's increasing overture.
The orchestra grows stronger,
The drums mass in force,
While primeval winds
Flutter through the trees,
And shrill strings pierce anxious air,
Lastly the low base stands,
Its foundations completing nature's song,
Saturating the air with its heavy beat.
Earths dark symphony in full force
Plays a fugue for mankind,
The notes warn to B sharp
To B flat on the floor,
As A natural uneasiness
Resounds through existence-
But I don't care.
Electrified, I reach out my anxious hand,
Ready to waltz across this dance floor,
Ready to sway to the beat of Thor's drum,
Ready to feel your touch again
And forget everything else.
But the raindrops remind me that I am alone.
I forgot where they were falling from.
As attuning gusts of music ravage my mind
I look up to the sky,
And pray for rain.
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proudestmonkey
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Re: My Stormy Eyes
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by Shadow on
Saturday, 19th May 2007 @ 06:17:51 PM AEST
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| now, i have to say this was an interesting read. It captivated me, and made me want more. I loved the imagry provided by the storm which seemd to be a metaphor of the narrators emotion. My favoirt symbol is comparing the clouds to cotton balls dipped in ink. That is what truely sold me on this poem. This was an amazing write and i hope to hear more from the author. |
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Re: My Stormy Eyes
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by Honey56 on
Sunday, 20th May 2007 @ 06:21:24 AM AEST
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| Wow! Very very nice write... |
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Re: My Stormy Eyes
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by Katrina on
Monday, 21st May 2007 @ 07:10:20 AM AEST
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| it is really good, i love the detail and imagry put into the poem i can also relate to the poem in many ways |
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