Gale

A Poem By Hannah W. // 2/22/2011

a sepia-tone cyclone
rolled over distant, thrashing fields
I went outside in black and white
just to know how the wind would feel.

glass gleamed, light seemed
weak for the time of year
nobody looked as trees shook
and the cyclone spun ever near.

your shining eyes, the stormy skies
boxed in on a colorless screen
roads stretching out just turn back around
and around in the sepia dream.

you called my name, the storm raged
I was still and watched it near
would it take me far, would I fall from a star
or would everything just disappear?

a sepia-tone cyclone
passed me by and vanished in the fields
I stood outside in black and white
and thrice I clicked my heels.

Comments

You're back! It seems like

You're back! It seems like it's been longer than usual since you posted. I love this--I love the descriptions, I love the flowing tone created by the rhyme scheme, and I love the Oz allusion (I've decided I want to marry someone with the last name Oz when I grow up. Yes,  I'm a fan.).

Annabel | Tue, 02/22/2011

awesome possum!

 Wow this is great! I also love the flow to it, and the descriptions.

Renee | Tue, 02/22/2011

this is....

simply bril. Fab, awesome.....just great.....

(feel like restoring your brother's childhood?)

Bernadette | Tue, 02/22/2011

ahhhh...

Ahhhhh..... I just soaked this poem in........ I think it is one of your best, Hannah!!!!!

Elizabeth | Tue, 02/22/2011

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The Holy Spirit is the quiet guest of our soul." -St. Augustine

The rhythm of this poem and

The rhythm of this poem and the images were fabulous.

Anna | Wed, 02/23/2011

I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. --The Book Thief

Wow, this was fantastic.

Wow, this was fantastic.

Erin | Wed, 02/23/2011

"You were not meant to fit into a shallow box built by someone else." -J. Raymond

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