
Storm
The sea
is breaking the world,
shattering the sky,
lashing the shore
with surf and foam.
The wind
is a wild thing,
a roar, a cacophony,
whipping up a rage,
spray, salt and tears.
Yet still,
look at the birds,
hanging there, defiant,
patient, waiting for that
space between storms.
A calm
is out there, somewhere,
out of reach,but for now,
breath,believe,remain. Listen!, can you hear a bird…
calling?
Derek Ross.
Lovely poem and picture
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I can’t begin to tell you how much I love this poem!! My usual superlatives just can’t do it justice.
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Jings! Praise indeed! Thanks so much 🤗😁
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You’re most welcome, Derek. The poem is outstanding.
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Hi Liz, just found your recording of “Storm”! You have great reading voice, much better than my Scots brogue!! Really chuffed you took the time to do this and the comments are encouraging ,humbling, and emotional. You’ve made a wee Scotsman very happy 😃
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I’m so glad, Derrick! I was a bit worried that my American accent wouldn’t do your poem justice, but I love the poem so much I went ahead and recorded it anyway.
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Beautifully done! Love the why the birds are not intimidated by the storm! That space between storms is what we all wait for in our lives!
Dwight
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Very encouraging words, thanks so much for that!
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I’m here from Liz’s blog. Wonderful poem and picture.
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Thanks so much for paying a visit. Much appreciated indeed!
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You’re very welcome.
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Beautiful…
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Many thanks for that and for passing by. Greetings from Scotland 🏴
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