My nose pressed firmly against the windowpane,
as the booming sounds of thunder-
and streaks of lightening came.
The trees blew viciously, branches hurled to the ground.
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Bearing witness to the storm... I enjoyed your poem - was there meaning within meaning in watching your life be torn apart, piece by piece...? ... And then rebuilding, piece by piece...? I know that you've enjoyed my works, but if you haven't read 'Storm's End', you might relate... I also added a semi-reply to your comment on 'The Dreamer, part 2' >^.KARL!
The beauty and fury of nature... You've outlined the helplessness, the fear of the latter perfectly. The human spirit is resilient! Thank you for this, well done! Esther
I don`t know about the storm being hypnotic, your poem was Melvina... the words just flow all the way to the end... great writing 10
Melvina, the imagery of the awesomeness of nature seen through young eyes. This is a masterpiece. As I read it I was looking out that window too. You grabbed me by the scruff of the neck and made me read it to the end. The uplifting end line: We will rebuild, have a brand new start. Another brilliant piece of writing by a master of the craft. Thank you for sharing it. David
Another awesome work of art Melvina! I could see, feel and seemed to get lost in the storm...I could not wait to see what happened at the end of this horrific event you write of! Very well written and 10 *tars from me. =Shelley: =