A journey to the edge of the world, where the sea crashes with thunder and the storm holds unspoken truths. Caro Henry stands alone, facing a storm both fierce and revealing. “Storm Watch” pulls us into a chaotic world where the sea roars beneath, and the horizon trembles with fate.
Well done, Caro. Your poem brings to mind a time in my younger life when I talked a friend away from the edge of a cliff overlooking a rocky shoal on the coast of Monterey, California. I love the way you convey "this too shall pass."
I stand alone, heavy with unspoken truths. my dreams swept away, forgotten. seeking truth from elsewhere, yet the truth is revealed only when I realize I already know it: an echo of my own thoughts, a mirror reflecting my strife.
yet I still wait for the storm to set me free.
I love that this symbolic storm is occurring daily: Looking in the bathroom mirror in the morning, waiting for the bus, deciding on rotisserie chicken or frozen pizza for dinner, sitting down at night trying to write.
Well done, Caro. Your poem brings to mind a time in my younger life when I talked a friend away from the edge of a cliff overlooking a rocky shoal on the coast of Monterey, California. I love the way you convey "this too shall pass."
I stand alone, heavy with unspoken truths. my dreams swept away, forgotten. seeking truth from elsewhere, yet the truth is revealed only when I realize I already know it: an echo of my own thoughts, a mirror reflecting my strife.
yet I still wait for the storm to set me free.
I love that this symbolic storm is occurring daily: Looking in the bathroom mirror in the morning, waiting for the bus, deciding on rotisserie chicken or frozen pizza for dinner, sitting down at night trying to write.
And Although symbolic, this storm is very real.
Caro, this is brilliant.
Beautiful!
mmm great line - Each breath is a battle, each heartbeat a choice.