Temperamental Tempest by Melissa Arel
The wind was angry tonight, thrashing about
Like a temperamental tempest
Losing control over his elemental sanity.
The house shook with every pound of the wind's fist
And the stinging rain poured down his cheeks
Hitting my windows with violent sorrow.
He wept bitterly and all I could do was watch his agony erupt
Like thunder. Finding no comfort in my sympathy
He quickly ran away leaving behind only a trail of ruin.
12/01/2004 Author's Note: *wrote this during a rainstorm..
Posted on 12/14/2004 Copyright © 2024 Melissa Arel
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Christel Crews on 12/14/04 at 06:49 PM ohh... this is awesome! i love the personification you give the storm!!!! (that is the right word, yes?.. its finals and my mind is not altogether there) anyways, great piece! |
Posted by Ken Harnisch on 12/14/04 at 09:11 PM personification is the right word...as is metaphor..as is the wonderfulness of this glimpse into the teeth of the storm! |
Posted by Ashok Sharda on 12/19/04 at 02:04 PM This is a nice depiction of the aftermath of the tempest, in personification as well as in a impersonal way. |
Posted by Charles E Minshall on 01/04/05 at 02:16 AM I like this very much Mel, especially the first four lines. Well done...Charlie |
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