‘Wild at Heart’
The house physically sways, like a tree in a storm.
Wooden beams, made to flex in an earthquake, take the force.
The tin roof magnifies the sound of every broken branch,
twisted with the whistle of the wind.
I’m glad of the refuge that is my home.
The comfort of wind chimes amongst the sounds of the wild.
I’m glad of my feet that stand on level ground,
as I watch seagulls, swept towards the cliffs,
struggling to glide on the tempestuous wind.
The wild wind that twists, torments and erodes,
also excites in its dramatic unfolding.
Senses on high alert, nerves jangled, the physical body so vulnerable.
Waves crash on the rugged coast,
showing no mercy in their powerful crescendos.
My heart rides high on the rocky precipices,
tolerating each blow with reluctant surrender.
Powerless to change the course of the elements,
accepting and waiting for the return of the calm.
© Sarah Lee, 2012
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Ohhhh 🙂 I love it! I felt like I was in your home, feeling the storm move around me. The last stanza is just perfection.
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I did a ‘Stanza’ & didn’t even know it?!! … Goes off to google ‘Stanza’, hee, hee! I have to admit that poem was written last night after a generous glass of Merlot – perhaps I should drink more 😉 x
What a superb poem !!….I could just hear the roar of the waves and the wind rushing through the trees….and a brilliant stanza too…what a talent you have there and obviously enjoy it too…excellent !!
This is stunning…I so understand all these emotions as I share living in this city with you. Sounds like we missed some wild weather earlier in the week too!