Troubled Skies

Lisa R. Strong
Storm clouds are brewing;
Dark as the night sky;
Like my sadness moves;
Bellowing like thunder;
Wind whips the trees;
The weaker ones fall;
The sky heaves with anger;
While the tree stands;
Unaware of its own danger;
This is how I feel sometimes;
Amazed at my own recklessness;
I stupidly stand and gaze at the clouds;
Hoping that they will pass me by;
I know that the storm is coming;
I hear the thunder and see the lightning;
But I choose to ignore it;
As if it was not really there;
I root myself into the mud;
Then I wonder why I am cold and wet;
I have no one to blame but me;
As I feel myself being slowly uprooted;
Praying that maybe I will survive;
And perhaps this one I will;
But what about the next storm?

Published by Lisa R. Strong

I was born and raised in Binghamton NY. I have been writing short stories since I was eight years old, and poetry since I was a teenager. I also write prayers, meditations, and opinion articles. My dre...  View profile

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  • Charles Reynolds2/3/2008

    I was with you the whole way. Wonderful job. I could feel the storm, the wind and rain, see the lightning, and feel myself pressed against the unrelenting force of nature. Magnificent.

  • Justice Lives Not1/30/2008

    God bless you, Lisa. I feel really bad for the sorry state you're in, but just LOOK at all the brilliant work it has produced for you this week! I, too, tend to be more prolific (from an artistic standpoint) when I am in a deep blue funk as well (and truly, I am my own worst enemy!)

  • Harry Gunawan1/29/2008

    You hang on there Lisa. When everything didn't work out as your wish, there are always be love and hope await you to embrace. Stunning poem! :-)

  • Coffee Mugg1/28/2008

    If only you realized what strength and beauty lie within your heart. The storm will pass, the clouds will clear, there will be a beautiful day for you my dear. Good Job. ken

  • Karen1/28/2008

    Nothing we kn ow about marks you as your own worst enemy, so this one must be another work of your imagination at the end of an unhappily surprising day.

  • Marsha Coles1/28/2008

    I always get awestruck by the power and beauty of oncoming storms. More often than not my family has to pull me into the shelter because I just want to watch the strom billowing around me. I guess it is because I can relate with the inner turmoil that sometimes fight to get out of me. It feel like one and the same. Great job!

  • ILAKKUVANAR MARAIMALAI1/28/2008

    A wonderful poem by a lover of Nature!What a fine verbal painting!You are a talented artist in portarying natural sceneries without the help of brush,painting and canvas.Our mind is your canvas,your pen is the brush and subtle poetic diction acts as your paints.GREAT!

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