16 April 2011

Storm Chaser

Photo ~ Diana Matisz

I want you most
when mistrals howl
a savage song
of lust and longing

when thunder
detonates my core
fusillades and salvos
batter weak defenses

I want you most
when pelting rain
licks and stings my skin,
liquid tongues of ecstasy

when lightning explodes
in atmospheric tandem
with passion and release
vanquishing the need

I want you most
when the storm has passed
and the halcyon light of you
stills the tempest in my heart

[Submitted for week #43 of One Shot Wednesday at One Stop Poetry .]

20 comments:

  1. Oh my!!! I could feel the storm all around me with your gorgeous words! <3 Loved!

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  2. great build up and carried all the way through the aftermath of se. . .I mean the storm, diana :)

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  3. Oh yeah, love the indigo energy somewhere
    between lust & love that you have lasso-ed
    into your poem.

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  4. Gorgeous ~ I can almost feel the air crackle! : )

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  5. delicious...storms rather excite me honestly and you capture the essence of those feelings well..smiles.

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  6. beautiful writing...you could truly move mountains in any direction you choose with words such as these...powerful and your analogies leave me breathless...i dream of one day writing as passionately as you...thank you for such an inspiring poem...moving and turbulent words of love...

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  7. I think we're closely tied to the atmospheric pressure, the tension and the release in storms, and you make it seem inevitable that that be so in this one. Another one of your jewel-like love poems. sigh

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  8. A stirring bit of sensory writing - there's nothing like a storm to stir me to life, the surge and the rush of energy...like certain other things the storm in your poem works so well as a symbol for. Well done, and very potent.

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  9. when lightening explodes... oh my. The lines sounder cyclonic before the thunder even made an appearance. Awesome.

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  10. "I want you most
    when pelting rain
    licks and stings my skin,
    liquid tongues of ecstasy"

    next time it rains, i'm running outside!

    fabulous!

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  11. For some reason I'm thinking of druids. Possibly with megaliths and obscure rituals in a raging storm.

    I'm guessing that's just me.

    :D

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  12. Thanks to all for stopping by to take a peek and also for the kind comments.

    Matt: I like that you saw druids and rituals in the storm ;)

    xx

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  13. That, my dear, is a hell of a lot of want!
    Here is my One Shot:
    http://www.kimnelsonwrites.com/2011/04/27/mourning-melody/

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  14. This is absolutely awesome Diana! Another kind of storm here, lol, reality's...some moving in from the west that caused much damage...yes I'll take yours instead...sounds much more appealing!!! ;) xo ~April

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  15. Along with the wonderful images you present in this piece, I enjoyed just reading it. It's rhythm pulsed along like a heartbeat. Wonderful piece, Diana.

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  16. "when thunder
    detonates my core
    fusillades and salvos
    batter weak defenses" wow Diana, just wow!

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  17. Wow, I'm a little breathless right now, powerful use of metaphor. :)

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  18. I like, I like. A powerful bringing it on. I wasn't dancing the two step with this one. Great energy.

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  19. I live in Halcyon Bluff! :) I liked this the first time and I like it now!

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