Life’s Storm #poetry
A storm came in today
it seems like it’s come to stay
Wind and rain
rumbling dramatic flash
storm raged
when will this pass?
please give up
let’s stop the fight
when did our life become a storm
when did you become so forlorn
I love you
please don’t give up
hold my hand one more time
tho no longer little
it still fits in mine
Joe Naylor caught this storm perfectly:http://www.flickr.com/photos/pandora_6666/2613729479/
mmm….thought this might be going another direction but it seems to speak of a kid..and i know those storms well in my line of work…
March 2, 2011 at 10:14 am
Thankyou for your poem s it seemed you were writing of the passing of child hood. I don’ want to be rude, but may I share my poetry with you? Reest Gently Please.
March 2, 2011 at 11:23 am
“hold my hand one more time
tho no longer little
it still fits in mine” – how tender and touching is this.
Fighting hurts so much. You captured those feelings beautifully, Leslie.
What amazing storm shots! I run and duck for cover in lightning storms – terrifies me!
March 2, 2011 at 1:11 pm
Thanks dear Talon. I love storms from a distance – have dodged being struck by lightening by mere feet twice.
March 2, 2011 at 3:38 pm
“it still fits in mine”
That says it all. It’s an invitation as much as an observation.
March 2, 2011 at 1:57 pm
They are so tough yet so vulnerable ( those little hands)
March 2, 2011 at 3:37 pm
Oh, this touched me! If only the little hands could stay little!
March 2, 2011 at 5:59 pm
I would feel kind of funny holding hands with my thirty year old kids. But then I was glad when they all landed jobs and left the house too. Damn food bills alone went down by 3/4′s
March 3, 2011 at 4:15 am
my son still drapes his long legs over my lap – at 6’4″ – yes my family is close and loving.
March 3, 2011 at 5:33 pm
oh, dear Moon, this tugged my heart.
We’ve had a storm or two lately. But they blew over. All storms blow over to allow for the rainbows and smiles and hugs to come.
xoxo
March 3, 2011 at 2:13 pm