Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Storm Science



She is dark.

She is hidden.

She has a million sisters but is unique to her last ion.



I wake and listen.



She could care.

She is moon-ruled.

She could show herself a million places but has chosen my desire.



I open the window and breathe.



She sends out a charge.

I send one back.

It has been done a million times but this one shocks my heart and shivers my bones.



We could open the door,

But we kick it down.

I run into the night, first laughing, then urgent as I open myself, waiting;



She blows through me and I lift,

Burning,

Into the storm.

_________

photo by Metin Demiralay

18 comments:

the walking man said...

I like this Shay. Heat always rises taking one with it. passion is so hot it singes quickly and then erupts in flame.

Ami Mattison said...

"She could show herself a million places but has chosen my desire"--Nice, Shay! This poem is aflame with passion and its heat!

Lynn said...

The poem goes so well with the photo you chose. Lovely.

Shadow said...

'moon-ruled' would do it for me...

ellen abbott said...

oh my.

and a big sigh.

Lisa said...

"We could open the door,

But we kick it down."

YESYESOHYES!!! :D

TALON said...

"She is moon-ruled." - I love all that says and speaks of, Shay.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

WOWZERS! "shivers my bones" indeed! So much energy in this poem. I love "she is moon-ruled".....and "I lift, burning, into the storm". A brave heart:)Fantabulous writing, as always.

Daryl said...

Is that a spliff I see betwixt the lips of that hot woman on the side bar?

Oh and the poem totally soars!

Claudia said...

burning into the storm..love this

Joanna Jenkins said...

I saw the photo and wasn't sure what we were in store for-- but your poem goes perfectly with it. Nice job. jj

Cloudia said...

Touche`





Thank you for your dear friendship here in the blog-world, Shay.




Please stop by today to share a special moment with me if you have the time. Warmly, c-
Comfort Spiral

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Lulú said...

Powerful!

La Belette Rouge said...

TIger-friend: I adore the open door followed my "open myself". Powerful imagery.
p.s. I just noticed your "I hate haiku". I always feel dim for not getting it. But I don't. I get you, I think.xoxo
Weasel-friend

hedgewitch said...

Wild freedom and passion, well-paced and full of tension and emotion. I like the undertone of the necessity for destruction and denial of constraint in the image of kicking down the door when you could just turn the handle.

Mama Zen said...

This feels so sweet and urgent. Really, really gorgeous.

mac said...

Bring on the Storm !

moondustwriter said...

Gotta love those moon ruled children :)

I can taste the passion the recklessness...