Storms

Storms                           by Sami Khalil

An English sonnet…

Yesterday, there was a bad thunderstorm

As the raging man dreamt of pensive notes

Taut with anger and the skeins of Nature’s form

The winds that flung out souls in open boats.

 

This scattering leaves lust for life aflame

The flooded fields drown by different scales

Idling ‘songsters’ found demurely to blame

Lending behind grave and filiform tales.

 

Storms bring days like no any other times

A frisson coursing through welling up nerves

The glowing nimbus turning on those dimes

As we writhe in pain around vales and curves.

 

Storms fascinate as kept battle ready

Waxing, waning intrigues spurred on steady.

Reviews

[Billy]

This is a visceral and expressive exploration of the power of storms and their emotional resonance. You’ve created some interesting metaphors like "raging man dreamt of pensive notes" and "scattering leaves lust for life aflame". The imagery is powerful with descriptions of the storm’s power to be both destructive and transformative, reflecting the human experience. Interesting work.

[Sami Khalil]

Wow!
So true and well articulated dear poet and friend. Glad you like it.
You have summed it up marvelously. Thank you kindly.

[Sami Khalil]

Destructive and transformative
I like that

[Billy]

You’re welcome. Of course, not as well articulated as your poem!

[Sami Khalil]

Hehehe.
You are so kind.

[MCS]

Life’s harshest storms test the strength of our anchors. Great read with my morning coffee, thank you, Sami.

[Sami Khalil]

I love it. You have summed it up marvelously. I totally agree. Enjoy your morning, day and coffee plus poetry.

[Sami Khalil]

"The glowing nimbus turning on those dimes

As we writhe in pain around vales and curves."
SK