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They call it love
by Brian Francis
With the dreams of a lifetime closing in
and the world just as confusing as it’s been
Storms on the horizon worry distract
Emotions seething like a marinade of spice
Angry flashes are diffused in the tempest
Like a light in a heavy fog
Though hearing distant thunder stirs concern
I can tell by the pitch of your voice
That tonight will be difficult and hard
The lack of curve in your brow
A heavy burden weighing on my breath
Absorbed in thoughts of the impending
Like being exposed on a hill in a storm
As your savage winds rip and tear at my soul
09/02/2013 Posted on 09/02/2013
Copyright © 2024 Brian Francis
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 09/04/13 at 12:30 PM this is no less than an ode to melancholy. and what man who has ever loved can't associate with hearing the pitch in a woman's voice which will make the night difficult and hard, causing the savage winds to tear at his soul? |
| Posted by Kris Mara on 04/22/15 at 03:48 PM the dreaded calm before the inescapable storm...this hits home...although I tend to associate so much (too much) sometimes as the storm...such a strong, powerful piece... |
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