Stormy Weather

Lateral winds vertical masts;
Whining screams through riggings;
On faded black waters
Moored boats line dance
Arrhythmically.

The storm is raging,
The Med is churning
In muddy jade breakers.
She slams piers and jetties
Explosively.

The sea is running,
Overreaching the beach,
Scrambling to escape
Her boundaries of sand
Frantically.

From an eastern front
Dark shapeless clouds
Gallop through the sky;
The wind inhales the sea
Hungrily

Stranded with grounded gulls
My soul vibrates in the roaring sounds
The raw power courses through me
Moves through skin and bones
Overwhelmingly.

About emmylgant

Cloud watcher and dreamer sometimes wise, often foolish, but I am what I am.
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18 Responses to Stormy Weather

  1. john zande says:

    Powerful. It’s nice to be humbled by the power of a good storm now and then.

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    • emmylgant says:

      Thank you John. The storm has been here for two days now and it looks like it is going to stay for a while. When I walked the marina, the energy unleashed was palpable. Electrically charged and magnificent.

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  2. makagutu says:

    Let me think of what to say about this poem, I will be back if I know
    for the time being let us say am wondering did the weather change that fast or you changed jobs to be a sailor and now we have storms of titanic proportions?

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  3. Shakes head in admiration

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  4. Tu es encore etonnante.
    Cette poeme a la puissance de la tempete.

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  5. alarmingman says:

    Mesmerising – I particularly like “The wind inhales the sea hungrily”…

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  6. PapaBear says:

    Ah, the power and majesty of a good strong storm…, there’s nothing like it…, and you journaled its character so very well, Em.
    Paul

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  7. arjaybe says:

    I think you are the sea.

    rjb

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    • emmylgant says:

      I am far from being as fascinating as the sea…but I do have my moments of madness just like she does in this poem, I’ll grant you. Smile.

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