The storm is brewing, I feel its glare In the words unsaid, in your stony stare. A hush descends, a quiet brood That penetrates my stormy mood. Unnatural calm, in stillness thick, Lies heavily, as nits we pick. Unsettled, each mind changes pace, Recants, and brews, and can’t save face. Oh, for torrents wild and…
The storm is brewing, I feel its glare
In the words unsaid, in your stony stare.
A hush descends, a quiet brood
That penetrates my stormy mood.
Unnatural calm, in stillness thick,
Lies heavily, as nits we pick.
Unsettled, each mind changes pace,
Recants, and brews, and can’t save face.
Oh, for torrents wild and wet,
Appeasing stormy weather’s threat!
There are so many storms in our lives! We are often buffetted and tossed too and fro… and what holds each of us to our centers is the true mystery of life.
Learning how to outlast those storms, and come out the better for them, is the key to our whole existence, I think.
Oh boy, this one is painfully familiar–beautifully and accurately written, Melody. Great job–God bless you–love, sis Caddo
I actually thought of you while I was writing it – so many will unfortunately relate on a deeper level, I think…
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
What are your thoughts?