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naked buildings.
by Andrew S Adamsdust settles as the thunderstorm
dropped the hail through the sunlight-
and the night that breathed it's final sigh
just before the midnight hour
did so with a quiet longing in the exhalation
the resulting breeze has cut the balmy eve-
sliced by the steel chill of the wind's razor edge
it releases the pulsing drops of rain upon the
outstretched arms of earth
as the paths are marked as scars left by the
hail that has so relentlessly battered the landscape
and into the shelter i seek, i find a roof with no
support, walls with no foundation,
and rooms as naked and barren as the
body attempting to escape the onslaught of
this brutal storm;
but of all the buildings i've ever known,
this one is the closest. 06/14/2005 Posted on 06/14/2005
Copyright © 2025 Andrew S Adams
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 08/10/05 at 09:18 AM Andrew, another pathetic poet suggested I read this poem. I read it several times before I understood (or at least my interpretation). The last stanza refers to you, since you personify the t'storm in S1, and the "outstretched arms" of the earth in S2. The storm is a conflict (or could be) in life and the shelter sought is inner peace - which feels - naked and vulnerable. The last line you, as no one is as close to another person as they are to themselves. The vulnerability becomes less important when you (or the narrator) is more secure and self-confident.
~Chelle~ |
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