i tried to tame the tempest
i tried to catch her fury
i got burned for my efforts
burned and mocked
i tried to bargain with the winds
deafened by her defiant howls
a maelstrom, a crescendo
the buzz of a thousand angry banshees
i tried to strike a deal with the rains
with the hail and the fog and the sleet
sodden temporary promises
they all left as quick as they came
i tried to steal the thunder
my hands were not enough
not enough to conceal her
not even for a moment
i tried to hold the lightning
my hands are scorched to this very day
something so pure and bright
may never be held
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Brenton F
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Comments (8)
FYI: I nominated your poem ‘How Does He Do It’ for Poppy’s graveyard challenge. https://vocal.media/writers/the-graveyard-challenge I hope you don’t mind
I tried to steal the thunder My hands were not enough I fell in love with those lines! Fantastic poem!
Great imagery. After the tempest has blown away and the maelstrom and crescendo fades, listen for the sussurus.
Oh wow. This is powerful, and really well done. Off to find number 1.
wow, this is really powerful stuff. I also love the fight, flight or write, never disappointed in your writing
Profound, and sad. Beautifully written.
Liking these last two a lot and how the metaphors are open to interpretations. 😊👍
This was so deep and powerful! Fantastic poem!