storm

Posted on September 20, 2021 by Maggie C

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. Linda Lee Lyberg says:
    September 21, 2021 at 8:05 am

    What a lovely quadrille! Thank you for joining us!

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  3. Dora says:
    September 21, 2021 at 9:06 am

    Maggie,
    You make these emotions instantly accessible. Beautifully written.
    pax,
    dora

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  4. Carol Congalton says:
    September 21, 2021 at 3:57 pm

    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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  6. ben Alexander says:
    September 22, 2021 at 6:25 am

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

    💜
    David

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  7. Ingrid says:
    September 22, 2021 at 6:49 am

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

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