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She
storms
when
herded
into
limits
like a wild horse
tasting
iron bits
and
fear.
She
storms.
When
so moved
stress clouds gather
on
her forehead
and
resound
in
her ears.
She
storms
when
cornered.
She
holds her breath
and
turns red
casting
anger
here
and there.
She
storms
when
so moved.
She
overflows
with
tears and
saturates
everyone
near.
She
storms
till so moved
sorrowful song
dries
her eyes
and emits
an all clear.
She saves
up her storms.
In semi-safety, she
patiently assists
mutiny in the
biosphere.
For my prompt
Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Climate
Copyright © 2016 Susan L. Chast
She saves up her storms for her worst distress. Good one, Susan.
ReplyDeleteAnd when that happens we will blame everything but ourselves because we are so blind.
ReplyDeletePowerful stuff!
ReplyDeleteI love "like a wild horse tasting iron bits and fear." And "assists mutiny in the biosphere." Cool.
ReplyDeleteShe storms till so moved sorrowful song...
ReplyDeleteSigh such power and emotion in your poem. Beautifully penned.
Lots of love,
Sanaa
I think it is very good that she storms - it shows there is passion inside..fire in the belly..a desire to be and change and grow and also probably good to assist in the mutiny of the biosphere!
ReplyDeleteYes she does....!
ReplyDeleteWe have pushed her over the edge...but we just think she is emotional yet it is our doing....love the message and metaphor in this Susan....brilliant!
ReplyDeleteThis is stunning Susan, I love how you tied the storm to a woman's emotions. So good!
ReplyDeleteI really like how this seems both scary and beautiful all at once. Like you love that she storms... but at the same time are a bit worried about it as well. Nice job.
ReplyDeleteThis part is so true...those stresses in life.
ReplyDeletestress clouds gather
on her forehead
and resound
in her ears.
She storms but she can adjust to changes. That itself is being very good. Great lines Susan!
ReplyDeleteHank
I like a passionate woman with metaphorical balls. Send me her email..I'll put her at the top of my Christmas card list:)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful and so true.
ReplyDeleteSadly, we never seem to learn our lesson, in how to treat a world, in a just and fair manner. For She has been overly kind, to our rudeness.
ReplyDeleteThe first stanza is brilliant and it the poem gallops from there. Very nice, Susan
ReplyDeleteBrilliant! Formidable! Intense!
ReplyDeleteLove the sound play with storms/cornered...a brilliant write, Susan...storm personified!
ReplyDeleteAnd she is getting louder with her protests. Will have to see after this El Nino how the storm patterns will change. Living in Asia, I'm not looking forward to this year's storm season.
ReplyDeleteLove the repetition of She storms and the ending:
ReplyDeleteShe saves
up her storms.
In semi-safety, she
patiently assists
mutiny in the
biosphere.
Hope you are well Susan ~
I liked the personification of the earth, Susan, and the metaphor of mood for climate. A powerful poem!
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