Thursday, October 29, 2015

Rainy October Night

Wind shakes windows, roars and
croaks against illusions of protection.
Walls resist intrusion, push banging back.
Water pounds roof, knocking insistenly
reminding me death will knock too soon.

posted for  Poets United Poetry Pantry 

35 comments:

  1. Ah, on those windy, rainy nights we are so often reminded of what we really don't care to think about!

    Nice to see you here at the Pantry, Victoria!

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  2. Your use of sound is very effective here - i think many will be able to relate to similar feelings on rainy October nights

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    1. It really pleases me that you liked the use of sound because that was my intention here - a sound poem.

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  3. Oh yes... I feel that a night when the branches knock on the window is a that message from the man in the black cloak..

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    1. Yes, the man in the black cloak. I see a female death, which I know is against convention, definitely with the black cloak.l

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  4. Alone on a stormy night and it's play time for our fears....

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  5. Ah. How we realize that there's something that can intrude within the four walls of our safe haven.
    Nicely penned.
    -HA

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  6. Wonderful effect to illustrate those scary October night storms....

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  7. Oh, your vivid description leaves me feeling a bit unsettled about Death knocking too soon.........hopefully not for some time yet! We live in hope! LOL.

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  8. love the association of fragile walls of our existence

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  9. This hit me on this cold rainy day and now a cold rainy night. Made me want to fix a cup of hot cocoa and pull out my teddy bear to clutch and feel assured. Hopefully Mother Death will be a lonnnnng time coming!

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    1. Yes Toni - hopefully she will be a long time coming. And I hope you found comfort with cocoa and bear.

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  10. good sound effects!
    don't worry, the black cloaked man(or woman) with the scythe is taking shelter from the storm too. :)

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  11. Yes, indeed. Ghost stories aside, there are the real fears.

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  12. I like the idea of the walls pushing back. Short and effective.

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  13. We never know tomorrow but we sure can expect it. It's not too soon dear. Stay with us awhile,okay?

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    1. Good response about being able to expect tomorrow. Thanks.

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  14. Oh, so much of knocking in our doors these days...maybe better takes it as a music and dance...Thanks for visiting/commenting!

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    1. And thank you for visiting and commenting too. And I agree about dancing while we can.

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  15. Well this is quite powerful! Love the "illusions of protection". You offer up much to think about! Thank you for making a visit to my blog as well :)

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    1. And thank you for visiting and commenting here.

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  16. Powerful emotions depicted in the poem :)

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  17. A very tight, well rendered extended metaphor. A wonderful little piece.

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