Storm
Gold lining, no silver...
Sun-flooded glows...
Grey clouds soften...
One rooster crowing.
Hawk perches early.
No movement.
No shadow.
Much food.
Vapors rise from
The Delphic floor.
I will not robe
Today. Nor speak.
I will listen...
Bemused.
Elysabeth Faslund...poemhunter
2007-12-19 00:33:51 · 14 answers · asked by Elysabeth 7 in Arts & Humanities ➔ Poetry
The words that tell me a storm is coming the most, I believe are "no movement, no shadow", and you have captured that spellbinding calm so well.
2007-12-19 01:49:31 · answer #1 · answered by Anonymous · 1⤊ 0⤋
I thought you meant what words tell you a "stormy" conversation is about coming.
I was going to say it is not the words or phases that tip you off, but the cadence.
The poem sounds like the storm is the hawk's swooping on prey. I do not get the idea of a STORM "storm" from the poem's words...
"Grey clouds soften...
One rooster crowing."
I would NOT expect a storm coming from that setting. These are not "words tell you a storm is coming".
I think the storm is the prey's sudden death at the claws of the hawk.
These words aren't ominous, like a storm is brooding, at least not to me:
"I will listen...Bemused."
These words make me feel that there is no storm for the speaker. I think he is rooting for the hawk.
2007-12-19 07:12:39 · answer #2 · answered by Anonymous · 1⤊ 0⤋
this would be a splash late. the main storms are already over. They weren't extremely as undesirable as this alarmist email makes them sound, however the final one DID produce the backside barometric tension ever recorded in Southern California, this is a few thing. next week is envisioned to be lots calmer.
2016-10-02 02:45:42 · answer #3 · answered by beisch 4 · 0⤊ 0⤋
I always know a storm is coming when the cows all come together under the big tree in the feild.........Very good though, i truley read maybee 1 poem in my life, untill i met you here on Q@As.....And im really enjoying reading every poem you post.....You have all my support =)
2007-12-19 10:09:54 · answer #4 · answered by Speedstar 5 · 1⤊ 0⤋
Blue clouds turn to grey- Beautiful!
2007-12-19 05:23:37 · answer #5 · answered by glamour04111 7 · 1⤊ 0⤋
In this work...we see the nekkid poetess lifting up the floorboards as she searches for some fresh meat for the angry bird at her window...did I get it right?
2007-12-19 01:06:35 · answer #6 · answered by Anonymous · 1⤊ 1⤋
"I will not robe
Today. Nor speak.
I will listen...
Bemused."
Ah the sweet mysteries of life.
Steven Wolf
2007-12-19 01:21:14 · answer #7 · answered by DIY Doc 7 · 3⤊ 2⤋
I like this poem for me it was very wonderful for me to paint this picture for this peom. it shows how a storm can be and what it looks like and how nature reacts.
2007-12-19 01:54:24 · answer #8 · answered by Gothic Queen 2 · 1⤊ 1⤋
the bird know's and he needs to eat, before all is covered in snow and he cannot see!!! when the earth is covered, with the wrath from above, the snow!!
2007-12-19 05:10:49 · answer #9 · answered by poopsie 5 · 1⤊ 1⤋
I loved your poem ' really descriptive' and nice.
2007-12-19 01:15:12 · answer #10 · answered by Cami lives 6 · 1⤊ 1⤋