Low clouds loom, dooming twilight

into gloom, dusk into the blackness of a hidden-moon

nocturnal tomb.

Garish winds grow more incessant,

effervescent, iridescent;

raging, though irrelevant as I

insist on lingering, beneath the skies that ravage me;

notwithstanding tendencies to

gravitate toward calmer seas.

For dVerse Quadrille #136: Let’s Linger.

About Maggie C

Stained glass artist, writer, respecter of life.
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16 Responses to storm

  1. What a lovely quadrille! Thank you for joining us!

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  2. Dora says:

    You make these emotions instantly accessible. Beautifully written.

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  3. There’s something majestic about a storm! Yes, one wishes to linger but with one eye on a safer place to retreat to. Enjoyed your beautifully descriptive words.

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  4. Maggie, this poem hit me like an emotion mallet. Terrific.


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  5. Ingrid says:

    Sometimes storms can be enchanting like that! I beautifully atmospheric quadrille.

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