Monday, June 5, 2017

STORM

Our challenge this week is to
write a quadrille of exactly 44 words
using some form of the word “storm”.
Submitted to dVerse  Quadrille #34
June 5, 2017


I long for
your voice to
calm me,
your shoulder
to support me,
your love to
sustain me,
your humor
to entertain me.
I face the storms alone.
Life is good
but not the same .
Our time together
fades in memory.
I miss it still

**************
comes another storm
I’ll withstand the wind
for I know storms pass

26 comments:

  1. But facing the storm alone is so much harder... love the two parts...

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  2. Oh, this is so sad, but I love the hope in the last stanza.

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  3. Most of us have faced storms alone & together with someone, or other; strength in unity. I prefer being half of a pair for sure.

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  4. "I face the storms alone."

    I think we're kind of alone whether we're alone or not. It's all perception.

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  5. Nice poem about missing someone. Storms pass, but not that missing.

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  6. Lovely poem with a touch of sadness. Well done.

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  7. So much angst there, it's palpable. The parting is not sweet sorrow, but grave. It fills us all with deep sorrow

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  8. "Life is good but not the same" sums up the sense of loss for me. Thanks for posting!

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  9. Storm remains within: "Life is good but not the same"...Sigh.

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  10. A lovely poem about loss and the will it takes to go on. Well done!

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  11. Poignant and wise, Bev. Loss is hard to bear but a relief to write about.

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  12. a very loving wise woman speaks here:
    Life is good
    but not the same

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  13. How hard indeed to face the storms alone ~ The sadness is palpable ~

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  14. Strength isn't always easy to find when most needed, is it.

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  15. Beautiful image. Beautiful words. Missing someone is a lonely place.

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  16. So poignant. As I age, I think of what life would be like without my husband. In my career as a hospice nurse I've seen that women seem stronger, better able to handle loss, but oh how I would miss hugs. Why can't I publish my comments on your blog, I wonder, unless I use this defunct blogspot blog. Arrgh

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    2. I am at a loss to know why you can't comment on my blog. It seems most poets here have Wordpress, yet no one else has mentioned a problem. Maybe if you asked another Wordpress person they could help you. There must be some setting in your profiles. So sorry.

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  17. The sadness here is so palpable.. I can relate to this feeling.

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  18. We can withstand passing storms but it is good to have support.

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  19. Oh, very sweet and touching. A wonderful read. Thank you.

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  20. Wistful, but there's hope at the end.

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  21. And we always will, miss those who are gone from our lives. Loved your piece on the storm, I love a storm when it is coming in. We have long distance views and you can see the storm forming on the horizon and as it developes long before it reaches us.

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