brainstorm
12 Jun 2011 28 Comments
for Bluebell Books Poetry Slam Week 3
the darkening clouds
move in like ground troops
controlling my sky,
stealing my sunshine.
the trees scream
and fight for their space,
but the darkness scurries in.
there is no room for light,
no place for the comfort of blue,
nowhere to run but into the storm.
my muscles tense and i wonder
if will it all consume me,
like the sky threatens to do
with each growing growl of thunder.
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Jun 30, 2011 @ 20:00:38
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Jun 25, 2011 @ 01:22:38
a storm is needed at times to realize the value of the blue
Jun 19, 2011 @ 10:55:13
Ominous, and a little scary, that storm front moving in. I like “no place for the comfort of blue”.
Richard
Jun 18, 2011 @ 09:23:35
perfect take on the photo! love your title
Jun 17, 2011 @ 20:30:16
Frightful but also exciting. You’ve vividly described the way storm clouds gather!
Jun 17, 2011 @ 18:39:15
Dark and deep. I love how the words’ strength muster up as you read along. A mighty thing is brainstorm.
Jun 17, 2011 @ 11:55:39
You capture the prompt of a storm well here by making your words so. Loved it.
Jun 16, 2011 @ 23:00:15
Loved the way your words captured the frenetic power of the storm, wonderful!
Jun 16, 2011 @ 19:10:35
Epic and frantic, perfectly expressive of the panic that sets in with desperation. So hard to imagine it will ever be sunny again. but it will. xx
Jun 16, 2011 @ 15:30:50
I feel captured by darkness
by this poem. You question the outcome
so Light will prevail.
I enjoyed reading
Genebrother
Jun 16, 2011 @ 13:23:41
Really like the storm motif that you carry throughout the piece, holding it all together. Really good job here:)
Jun 16, 2011 @ 06:46:38
Nice poetic expression of anxiety consciousness! Well written.
Jun 16, 2011 @ 05:18:35
Nice I love when its stormy reminds me of the thunder and lightening with snow at Xmas time
Jun 15, 2011 @ 23:44:53
I remember when I was young, I was more afraid of the thunder than the lightning–always thought it was the noise that got you, not the flash! Nicely feeling of tension and build up in this.
Jun 15, 2011 @ 15:48:47
You captured the rising tension very well with this piece.
Nicely done!
Jun 15, 2011 @ 15:43:02
Heyy nice 1 …
Here’s mine stuff !!!
http://ashbeezone.wordpress.com/2011/06/13/i-remember/
Happy Rally !!! XD
Jun 15, 2011 @ 14:52:17
I felt the fear in this piece. Excellent take on prompt.
Jun 15, 2011 @ 14:43:20
I liked the sense of madness and tension in this – fab
Jun 15, 2011 @ 14:24:27
Like this, short and evocative writing – thank you
Jun 15, 2011 @ 13:42:51
Rain…
Pretty work
Alcina
Jun 15, 2011 @ 12:38:43
great response! here is mine : http://bttrflyscar.blogspot.com/2011/06/thoughtful-hillbillies.html
Jun 13, 2011 @ 21:11:06
Loved the build up and the ever tightening feel to the piece!
Jun 13, 2011 @ 12:32:45
I love the opening lines dark and brooding poem
Jun 12, 2011 @ 21:27:17
“The trees scream and fight for their space…”
I adored this line! Very nice work, indeed!
Jun 12, 2011 @ 20:25:55
Love the feel of this piece. Expresses the photo well.
Jun 12, 2011 @ 18:38:09
Niiice. Growling threats and worry. Good rumbling pace to it too
Jun 12, 2011 @ 17:40:40
stormy words.
well done.
stay calm, it will go away.