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Emotional Storms

by Adina 

Posted: 02 April 2003
Word Count: 361

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The intensity of a storm brews in your eyes, not a storm of disaster but one of passion. Your words pour from your mouth like droplets of rain, dashing my skin and penetrating my soul. Your hands wistfully roam my barren land, like the raging wind, leaving no stone unturned. I kiss your lips and reach the centre of your storm. I am engulfed in you and cannot be released. Sparks of lightning from your touch illuminate my being, my heart. I am paralysed by the strength of your storm. I allow you to sweep me away and carry me through the skies to your heart. You cease to be a raging, passionate storm as I ascend to the uttermost part of your inner-man. You hide me there and all becomes calm, subdued, yet rain still falls, caresses me, leaving behind silent trails of tenderness over hidden places that had been left untouched. In your rain I blossom. All that was encased inside my womanly shell emerges to the surface and makes itself known to you. The storm is dormant now. The rain has ceased to fall but drought does not follow. What follows is acceptance of all I have revealed. Your sun appears majestically within your skies and warms the four corners of my feminine earth - my mind, my body, my soul, my heart. You ignite and consume the disappointments of the past. You replace them with rays of compassion, hope and a future of eternal brightness. In areas of darkness you shine with a strength that leaves shadows with no place to hide. In your warmth I am satisfied, complete. You do not burn me, even with your overpowering radiance. Unlike our bright star, I can look at you. I know your core, the depth of your essence. I do not turn away in fear or pain. Instead I look at you with unrelenting, uninhibited, steadfast love. My earth welcomes your sun and combined we are united, we are one and the same. We are the melody of an emotional storm with peaks and troughs but through all things we burn with passion, each for the other.

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llydstp at 15:59 on 15 April 2003  Report this post
This is a lovely piece of writing, but is it poetry? I would love to see the essence of this turned into a more formal poem - or why not expand it and turn it into a novel?
You definitely have a gift for words.
Good luck.

paul53 at 14:59 on 27 April 2003  Report this post
I like it just as it is. Follow your star.

Adina at 16:39 on 28 April 2003  Report this post
Thank you for your kind words. I'm thinking of reading it at an open mic session in Soho. Hopefully I can do it justice!


Stacey at 17:06 on 07 May 2003  Report this post
The use of words here are almost magic. I love the way this makes me feel; loving and fulfilled. I especially like the first two lines, they are beautifully descriptive.

olebut at 21:44 on 16 May 2003  Report this post
this is just so very beautiful ref the is it poetry it is certainly very poetic had you typed it in stanzas the the is it poetry question would not have arisen.

You should read it at the open mike session you will do it justice because you gave it life.

and as they say in the theatre Break a Leg

thank you for sharing it with us take great care

libera at 21:38 on 09 August 2004  Report this post
wow. this really is a poetic piece of writing. whatever that means, take it as a compliment. talent need not follow stringent rules.
keep it up, libera

crowspark at 19:52 on 29 December 2004  Report this post
Found this on a random read and glad I did.
For me this is a poem because it is mimetic, framed as a storm of words and read out loud it couldn't be mistaken for anything else.
I'm not knocking the formalisation of poetry, just praising this poem.


Tarbra at 11:43 on 09 November 2005  Report this post
That's lovely. What a nice mind! Linda

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