Finding Shelter

For Poets United Verse First poetry prompt: Close To The Source

Finding Shelter

Latest conversation causes swirling whirl
of storm clouds to hover just above
inner landscape.

Sleeping memories startle awake to crash
of thunder, as images from past flash
like lightning strikes too close for comfort.

Want to fling arms over head, duck and run,
but know from previous confrontations, can’t avoid
getting drenched in owned experiences.

Remember how my mother used to light a candle
when darkened clouds shadowed outside world,
finding small relief in its flickering flame of fragile courage.

Pick up pen and paper, knowing words are only wick
that might enlighten this inner turmoil. Might become
woolen shawl wrapped around shuddering shoulders.

Words fall like fat raindrops spattering cement patio,
leaving marks that define whatever they encounter,
creating soothing rhythms that promise rest when

verse is completed. Emotional storm will have passed,
and landscape, now revitalized and freshly scented,
will be seen through reawakened eyes.

Elizabeth Crawford  7/24/13

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10 Responses to Finding Shelter

  1. Elizabeth,
    A very thematic poem which drew me into the circumstances of a scary encounter with the stormy outside world. It brought back memories of sheltering in safety with my mother too….



  2. Mary says:

    Stormy conversations, whoever they are with, are not easy to deal with. And yes, the words leave marks…..not easily gotten rid of. The storm passes, but sometimes the marks remain.


  3. Sherry Marr says:

    I echo Mary’s comment…..and I so hear you, kiddo….a few turbulent convos have occurred around here of late. Thank Goddess for our writing!


  4. vandana says:

    life too is sometimes like this


  5. I love the words are wicks my poetry illuminates my mindstates as well brilliant work


  6. I like the many parallels you draw between storms of life and the natural kind the wick of the candle and the wick of your words
    very nice piece


  7. and thanks so much for your visit


  8. kshawnedgar says:

    Lovely word storm, blowing whirlwinds through my head. Must be a storm chaser.


  9. Snakypoet (Rosemary Nissen-Wade) says:

    Some great metaphors here!


  10. Ella says:

    I love your word storm, too! I could use a rainbow right about now~
    Your words guided me on many a journey!
    Thank you Elizabeth


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