BEAUTIFUL STORM

At the ripe old age of sixteen years
I thought I knew it all.
My plans were made I had no fears
as summer slowly turned to fall.

Then one sunny afternoon
I spied a little cloud
which turned into a tempest soon.
It was disorderly and loud.

I figured it would pass away
like summer squalls so often do
but that day became another day
each blustery one brought something new.

Until I realized that storm was sent my way
to disrupt my perfect plans
and since then I've loved the fray.
I love the storm and she's with me to this day

About This Poem

Last Few Words: really, really rough

Style/Type: Structured: Western

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: South Carolina, United States, USA

Favorite Poets: Frost, Burns, Longfellow, Poe, and Johnson. I guess you've noticed these are all past masters. Other than folks on site I don't read any contemporary poets .

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Comments

Geezer

4 years ago

Not so very bad...

Here's my take:

third stanza L2 :"like summer squalls [are wont to do]

third stanza L4 :"each [stormy] one something new

Last stanza "At last I realized the storm sent my way
was to disrupt my perfect plans
and since then, I've loved the fray
I love the storm and the tempest, It's with me to the end

~ Geez.
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