Oh, the mystery that broods
behind the face of tempest billows
and dark eyes!
And I, most willing pupil,
peer
and learn to feel how thunder tremors
in frightening waves through aching flesh
to search out secret places
of soul,
and study how the lightning sparks,
then fires there,
in blinding white of passion’s pyre--
so that everything,
and nothing else,
can be seen.
Though lovely clouds may drift
across expanse of softest blue,
and chance to catch the gleam
of noonday sun--
lifting heart to dream of hope aloft,
still,
when quiet invades a hungry heart
and eyes would gaze
for more than mundane scope,
I will always choose
the storm.
Author notes
PROMPT: Hold your eyes in heaven's hue
In a list
A contest entry
- Hold Your eyes in Heaven's Hue...PIF by kaibab.
500 points, ended April 26, 13 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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speechless
wonderful imagery. absolutely beautiful -
Reading this brought images of a light, sunny sky, darkening as a storm begins to brew and although the prior sky may have been a beautiful sight, the storm veils over that beauty with its on. While the poem may not necessarily be about the sky, but something deeper, the images it brings are spectacular.
Splendid read
~ Socky
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i dont get most of this u use really big words but i like the last 2 lines! very emotional keep it up!
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this is just absouluely amazing ...
your verse speaks to me of the transformational force of conflict and obstacles which, like dark clouds veil the sun of consciousness ...
pretending that they don't exist, will make us miss the wholeness that excludes nothing - or as you so gracefully expressed it :
"so that everything,
and nothing else,
can be seen"
choosing the thunderstorm is very courageous ...
facing that which we fear most ...
I could learn a lot from you ...
thank you, wise one ...
marion
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WOW!! That was like so abstract and clever!! The wording was so well though and came out all in perfect unison with each other! I felt some words of classic world..like tempest, pyre..u know these words arent really used these days! That is why i like this write!! Excellent work! Congrats on the bronze!!
Thanks for sharing!
pri
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Man talk about KAPOW poetry, this is awesome Ten,
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Excellent! Gripping piece here. It's more mesmerizing. The first few words are like pulling a string. The piece unravels and exposes part of the fabric that makes you. Beautiful. Write on. One.
Dez
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Lovely "broods tempest billows" and "thunder...waves through aching flesh to search out secret places of soul."
I particularly enjoyed the lightning stanza, especially "blinding white...so that everything, and nothing else, can be seen." Outstanding description of the etching detail followed by temporary blindness! A good storm is always "more than mundane"!
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Oh wow this is just breathtaking! Your writing reminds me so much of a master. I am always left speechless with this gift you have. Emotions, imagery, all woven so softly and cleverly.
Superb write!
All the besy with this
Gaylene
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Absolutely stunning.
You never fail to enchant me with your words, holding me in the thrilling grip of your spell.
I honestly don't know what to say besides "wow". You create such an image and illicit such a powerful emotional response with the beauty you vividly paint, that I am left almost senseless... so mesmerized by the words that danced across my eyes.
Brilliant!
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I think it's a women thing to always choose the storm over sedate and sunny...maybe the tempest is as close as we get to the one great love in our life and because of the thunder it makes us crave it even more. Love, C
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How pleasant,
in the solar plexus,
spinning spire to higher nexus.
craving will to lips grown fonder,
in spelling love
with leaves blown yonder...
so wonderful your lines of leaves to gather
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ah the storm, depth without needless metaphor here to my reading, dualism and wonderful word choices bring depth of meanings here...so very well done...PK
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Beautiful piece hun, nothing lovelier or as consuming as a storm. They always seem to reflect for me my emotions. This is phrased gorgeously with such depth of emotion. Great write! Hugs, Bunny
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I loved the feeling in this poem. You have written with such passion, and I caught multiple layers of meaning in your storm. While I admired every word I hung on the phrase:
"so that everything,
and nothing else,
can be seen."
I don't know if the weather in Kentucky is raw and changeable, but your "storm" poems are among my favorites. Good luck in this contest. Peace, Liz
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