Thursday, August 16, 2018

As A Stormcloud

As a Stormcloud
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The west wind blew in
a poem lovely as a stormcloud –
it electrified my hair
and rained in my teacup
but I stirred, stirred
until it dissolved away
and I swallowed the bitter brew –
opting instead
to feel nothing today.


Micro Poetry ~ A Poem Lovely As

34 comments:

  1. Yegods, what have you done??? Ah well, there are times we need a little peace and evenness more than we need another poem. And yet, look what you did--you wrote this twisty little gem. Just can't help yourself, can you, K?

    Your script is interesting, with the long crosses on the t's. Or printing, more accurately. I guess no one writes cursive anymore; I know i never do.

    I loved this small wonder you composed, maestro.

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    1. There is always one f I forget to cross.. oh, well..
      I am opting for a bit of fun with writing/crafting at the moment.. nothing too heavy or deep.

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  2. Oh yes..sometimes all we can do is feel nothing

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  3. "a poem lovely as a stormcloud"

    What an incredibly contrasting simile! And the riveting lines that follow. Excellent!

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  4. Goodness this is absolutely breathtaking, Kerry!❤️ I can picture that stormcloud both pouring and witnessing what lies within.

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    1. This is really micro, so I am glad it has a bit of substance.

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  5. electrified my hair and rained in my teacup ... oh yeah, these are wonderful images and metaphors .... I love them. This is the kind of poem I wish my mind would write .... for even as you've mentioned in the comments, for a bit of "fun" and just creative "play" (which is absolutely necessary to keep us truly alive - electrified) this poem is a classic - as in, when we relinquish control and the need to chase words, they just come rushing in.
    Sometimes, the best rest is to just release, let go - sit with the comfortably numb ... then let words play. or not. as energy dictates.

    (btw - I really like the clean feel of this space - it's very appealing - and I love the "Firefly Jar" ... what a great title/concept image)

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    1. When I first started blogging, I would collect little snippets of poems that really wowed me, literally stuffed pieces of paper into a glass bottle.. called them poems for my firefly jar. I still have it on my desk.

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    2. ahahaha ... now that's brilliant! I too collect scraps and bits and words, but never thought to consistently stuff them somewhere, although lord knows I tried! Scattered about now, especially now, with the advent of all these new spaces and sources of inspiration. LOL ...

      and I'm still really loving this poem - it's just tight and amazing. wow.

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  6. What a beautiful, heart-stopping poem!!

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  7. Well Kerry, you have done it again. This short jewel of a poem mos def goes in your crown to shine and scintillate. I love the stirring away of the stormcloud. would that getting rid of our feelings were so easy! and yet, methinks it is all a tempest in a ...teacup

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  8. AH, this is some wonderful, wonderful penmanship. The lilting image and the metaphor give it a weight encompassing all the feelings and emotions of the tempest. It's astounding how a few words can say so much. I like how it ends with the decision to feel nothing.

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    1. Thanks, HA. This was kind of shooting from the hip.. so glad it worked out okay.

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  9. so.. keep stirring. I'll keep that in mind. LOVELY handwriting ...

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  10. Ah, the glamorous life of a hack writer! You nailed it!

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  11. Wonderful, Kerry! My kind of poem, a stormcloud. I love the electrified hair and the rain in the teacup.

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  12. I read it as if "poem" is code for "relationship." I can't help picturing a mother-in-law you're perhaps glad to see go. :)

    But personally, I identify with "poem" representing "personality." Like a manic attack or a mood that washes over you heavy and hard. In its wake, you're just exhausted and lost. My switches do this to me. So do my migraines. Still, so does love.

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    1. My poetry and my moods definitely go hand in hand.. it is all about state of mind.

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  13. Yes Kerry, really fun to read though that stormcloud gets a bad rap. But it's water is pure as snow. A little brown sugar would also help your watery tea and for sure there wouldn't be a bitter aftertaste.
    Your handwriting is beautiful, I hope every one of your students writes as well. Not me, I can't read my own writing after a day or so. I print very fast, in all caps. I used to copy Morse code in the 20-30 wpm range that way.
    ..

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  14. Kerry I can't believe that the poem that blew in you dissolved in the treacup and then drank it. I am sure it got the last laugh and came out in you writing this imaginative poem to trick us all.

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  15. Oh dear, what a sad end! (Ha, you got me right in.)

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  16. and I swallowed the bitter brew –
    opting instead
    to feel nothing today.

    It is better to let it go instead of hoping for something special
    which is hard to come by!

    Hank

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  17. I think a pic of that firefly jar would be of some interest. inspiring, really. beats a browser save ~

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    1. Absolutely.. they remind me of how inspired I was when I first found the online poetry community and I keep it close so I do not forget how words form bridges in the ether.

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  18. Very lovely contrasting views used here and really liek the idea of lovely stormcloud

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  19. In this difficult summer I wish I could have one moment of numb. A poem doesn't always settle well with mood.

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  20. Oh my! I wasn’t expecting that at all! I think I’ve had these moments once or twice. I like the raw quality of this!

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  21. When a poem is what it does -- some tea.

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  22. I loved this from the first word, Kerry. Sometimes opting for nothing is the better alternative.

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