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Storm Clouds


Headed into the storm again.
(All deeds carry a price.)
And though I try to stay remote,
sit still,
be mindful,
wait for wisdom
to illuminate my cluttered mind,
the impact of the past
makes unmistakable ripples
in the present's pool.

If there is one thing 
I need now,
it's a clear day,
unlittered 
by catastrophe.
uncluttered 
by the weight
of fresh disasters.

Clinging to the lifeless past
only buries me deeper
in the muck
of wishing,
story-telling
imagining what is gone
or cannot be.

These are the scenes that haunt me
as I wait for the clouds to part
and reveal the sun.

This was written for The Sunday Whirl.

9 comments:

Jae Rose said...

Sometimes the storm clouds only pass at their own will and pace..being still..waiting..hoping for the sun is a good strategy..wishing you sunny Sunday skies

January 12, 2014 at 11:25 AM
Sabra Bowers said...

Your title truly fits the poem. I really liked the first stanza. Well wordled.

January 12, 2014 at 3:06 PM
alan1704 said...

Clinging to the lifeless past - This is a great line and a great image. Time to let go. Well Done

January 12, 2014 at 4:14 PM
oldegg said...

It is harder to please ourselves than others. As for the past, we yearn for it hopelessly often missing the sunrise. However there is no denying that the past has made us what we are; and that is very valuable.

January 12, 2014 at 4:30 PM
awakenedwords said...

yes, the clouds rarely provide the clarity of the clear day

January 12, 2014 at 4:46 PM
Susan Helene Gottfried said...

I still believe we are twins separated at birth because once again, this is exactly where my thoughts have been.

January 13, 2014 at 7:13 AM
Alice Audrey said...

Getting the clear day can be a challenge.

January 13, 2014 at 4:21 PM
Belva Rae Staples said...

I like this a lot, especially the following:
Clinging to the lifeless past
only buries me deeper
in the muck
of wishing,
story-telling
imagining what is gone
or cannot be.

January 15, 2014 at 6:33 PM
ms pie said...

beautiful... the gathering of thoughts on a cloudy day.... and rising from the ashes on a sunny day...

January 16, 2014 at 4:11 PM