The Storm

The storm came

Waves crashing on high seas,

Tall as a skyscraper roaring towards the sky,

Angry water frothing loudly,

Wild horses galloping home.


Fish jumping through the waves,

Birds singing a pretty tune,

Tranquil like a sunny day,

The sea now as smooth as silk.

Published by writerravenclaw

I am a fifty something mother of two grown up children, and one beautiful grandchild. I have been married for nearly thirty-four years. My first book was published ten years ago. I wrote my book Sticks and Stones because of my experience of being bullied at school.

5 thoughts on “The Storm

  1. Your poem beautifully captures the ever-changing nature of the sea. It’s amazing how quickly it can transform from calm to violent and back again. I think that’s one of the reasons why the ocean has always captivated us humans. We see in it a reflection of our own emotional landscapes, with moments of calm and moments of tumultuousness. The way you describe the waves crashing on the high seas and the water frothing loudly made me feel like I was right there, experiencing the storm with you.

    But then, as the poem progresses, we see the calm return. The fish jumping through the waves and the birds singing a pretty tune create a sense of peace and tranquility. It’s like the storm never even happened, and we’re left with this serene and beautiful scene.

    I also appreciate the imagery you used, comparing the waves to tall skyscrapers and wild horses galloping home. It really helps to bring the scene to life in my mind. Thank you for sharing this poem with me. It’s a wonderful reminder of the power and beauty of nature. πŸ‘πŸ‘πŸ‘ŒπŸ˜Š


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