14. The Quiet after the Storm

There are some things you learn best in calm, and some in storm. Willa Cather

I’m startled by the light and flashing,

for a moment, it’s very bright and clear

as if the dark was swallowed,

I see it fine now in this head of mine,

 

keeping my breath up I still count

and shrink by the unexpected,

the outbreak of a cracking thunder,

in my ear beats fiercely a hammer,

 

the roof groans under the hauling

and the wildly shaking of the wind,

my heart is imitating the batter

and as a fool gets out of whack,

 

so it bangs too hard and it also whips,

hail is jumping out of the gutters,

the water pours with streams

out of my eyes, the fear is flowing,

 

the trees bent humbly for the squalls,

some won’t do and crackle in shatters,

from branch and leaves undressed,

the naked truth so close and near,

 

at the horizon, shines a light of hope

the calm sea after turbulent waves,

the unreal quiet after the storm,

again in your arms, I’m safe to heal.

 

© Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere

23/10/2014

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree my friend.
"at the horizon, shines a light of hope
the calm sea after turbulent waves,
the unreal quiet after the storm,
again in your arms, I’m safe to heal."
The above lines are true. The verbal poetry was amazing also. Thank you Rudi for sharing your outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere]

Thanks for all the work you have put in reading my poetry, John. really great of you. :) Rudi

[Coyote Poetry]

Was my pleasure Rudi and you are welcome.