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The edge of the storm

by Patricia J Reed

Never saw it coming Rumbling Darkening skies Lightning striking I'm scared Somebody help It's overwhelming Where's the end I can't see it When my hands cover my face Weeping Quietly I am small A child Lost in a storm As rain turns to hail I never saw it coming


Posted on 04/01/2002
Copyright © 2023 Patricia J Reed

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Anne Engelen on 10/26/02 at 09:56 AM

Wow... how that sometimes can happen huh. Sometimes we find ourselves all of a sudden in the middle of a situation just like that...out of nothing, suddenly drowned by it. Great poem!!

Posted by Anne Howe on 11/14/02 at 06:49 AM

excellent poem about fear and the storms in life

Posted by JD Clay on 11/14/02 at 01:06 PM

Weather phenomenon can be a humbling experience and is sure to put everything in perspective as related to psychological and/or emotional turmoil. I love the subtle references here and the way your poem moves in and around the stresses of life. Congratulations on becoming Poet Of The Day. Peace...

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 11/14/02 at 01:26 PM

Feel the tension and fear in this vivid account of a severe storm. Very effective understatement. Congratulations on POTD!

Posted by Ronald A Pavellas on 11/14/02 at 02:38 PM

I liked it very much, but I feel that there could have been a few more lines between the last two. It seemed a rather abrupt ending, and the "peak experience" of the hailstones needs to be let down with a few more descending lines before the end. But, I did enjoy it, and wouldn't comment at all if I didn't. Best wishes, Ron

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