melissaahowells


 Poet's Home Page  Poetry Search    522643 Poems Read
 Other Poets  PoetryPoem  Sign Up!  Login

  Search The Web
   

Read Poetry
o The Petty Player Who Rarely Sleeps

o I'd Like A Taste (The Wolf Said)

o The Crow Is A Black Bird

o When I Start to Bloom

o I'd Like To Be Your Shirt (when you wake up in the morning)



o All Beings Considered

o Words Between Edward And Jane

o Nothing's Sadder Than A Rose

o The Great Tsunami Of Our Growing Grief written 3/2.2021--retitled 3/14/2021

o After Wide Sargasso Sea ( For Those of You Readers Who Have Empathy For the First Mrs. Rochester.)

o WAITING ON THE WORLD (March/February 2021 poetry)

o Wild and Unraveling

o What Must Be

o These Hands Exist July 4 2023 rei-edited 7/12/2023

o I Am The Color Of Black

o The Tide of Your Lies (2019-2023)

o How I Wanted Your Pearls 6/24/2023 WRITTEN DIRECTLY TO THE PAGE

o Love Wants What Love Wants re-edited 5/31/023

o Winter's Been Too Long.... 4/18/2023 (LONGING)

o The Dreaming Life ( A Series Of Dream Vignettes)

o Like A Small Street Dog Lured In By The Promise Of Meat

o This Is What Mermaids Dream Of

o At Night, As I Dream of Vampires Who Have No Bad Intentions

o And You Will Be Called Ashes As You Leave ( from a dream)

o Certainly No Bread 3/16/2022

o Someone Send Out A Search Party

o THE FAN , AT NIGHT, GIVES GOOD ADVICE completely re-edited, an entirely different poem

o What Is The Price For Your Touch? re-editied 5/31/2023

o Where Is My Bed With The Pleasing Tree -Lined View(NOW REEDITED)

o Oh What Fine Physics (Before Me ,Lies) re-edtited @4/17/2023

o If Prejudice Were Dumb And Could Not Speak

o THE COMPANY THAT WE KEEP WITH THE ONE WITHIN



[More Poetry] >>



  Sign Guestbook
  Read Guestbook
 
Waiting for a Storm that Never Comes

I've been waiting for the storm
that never comes.
All my life I've lived
in tornado alley
never trusted
Mother Nature
or myself
perhaps not anyone.
Always waiting
waiting waiting
and it takes it
weighty toll.
Have had to live underground
and have sought shelter
even when the winds
did not sway
did not blow.
Because I thought I knew
for certain
when and how they would come.
(It can be so difficult,
when you do not, can not
trust in God or anyone.)
But now,
I've grown lucky...
I recognize what foolishness
I have done.
All my anxious minutes
and worn-out hours
wasted anticipating pretended
storms and pounding showers
that always passed or maybe
that never ever were to come...
I turned my power over
and over to my perceptions
and blind circumstance
hobbling myself and hurting others
blotting out at times
all possibility of sun.
Never giving myself
nor others a fighting chance.
While blindly
expecting better results
from repeating actions and in-actions
always adding up to the same
circumstance
and lop-sided sum.
But now...
I've got a new place to start
from...
It may be a fragile sapling,
but a new life has taken root
and my growing process
has just begun.
I've sifted out some hope from
amongst the debris
I'll take the simple changes
as they come
sprung from me
and trust the process
and in the meantime
start living in the sun.


Copyright May 3rd, 2012
All Rights Reserved By Author
Melissa A Howells    meloo Tilt-a-World
A Work in Progress...a little wordy perhaps, but working slowly but surely on it.







Vote for this poem





 
 Privacy       Terms  © 2000-2022 ++++ Individual Authors of the Poetry. All rights reserved by authors