Whence Comes The Storm?

Thunder crashes and I wake up screaming.
A reassuring hand slips into mine.
Lightning flickers relentlessly.
Rain and hail intertwine.
Beating out an ancient rhythm above.

A conversation ensues:
"What did you mean before?"
"When?"
"A couple hours ago...
You were sound asleep, I could tell by your breathing."

Apparently I had awoken.
And muttered:
"What will you do when the storms come?"
And gone back to sleep.
A prediction.

"How did you know it was going to storm?"
I didn't answer.
Couldn't.
As I was filled with a timeless question.
That can never leave me alone.

One where I find myself asking.
What am I?

— infinite_dwarf, Oct 01, 2008

About This Poem

About the Author

Region, Country: North Carolina, USA, USA

Favorite Poets: E.A. Poe, Lewis Carroll, Charles Bukowski, Michael McClure, Lawrence Ferlenghetti.

Critiques

poewriter58

17 years 8 months ago

Jess

How would beating "out" etc work in there? There are some powerful words on this page Never ask that question . What you and others see are two different things. For my part I know what you are I have told you many times over and over your whole life. :-) Mom

infinite_dwarf

17 years 8 months ago

I was goin' for the freaky thing...

With the prediction. "What am I?" - gifted? Some people can see into the future. Some can see into the past. I've made some accurate predictions - but the uncanny (not to mention hair raisingly scariness!) is what really lies behind that statement. Like I said, I don't subscribe all that much to the hokey hocus pocus of it all. I'm sure these freak occurences have been just that "freak". I do not claim supernaturality (if that ain't a word, it is now!) I'll fix the 'out' as I agree, it does flow better. :~) ~Jess K. ---------------------------------------------------- "If you've ever emptied the back of your pickup truck by driving backward really fast and slamming on the brakes, you might be a redneck" - Jeff Foxworthy Bill Engvall: "that's how we moved"

purplemoondoll

17 years 8 months ago

I wondered where this was

I wondered where this was going. I like that. You kept me guessing to the end - and I love the ending. Very well written... Kaz It's impossible to smile on the outside without feeling better on the inside.

Rett

17 years 8 months ago

Jess

My mother freaked me out my whole life. She would say something was going to happen and days, weeks, months later it did. Once I wrote it down with the date she said it and posted it on the fridge. 7 months later exactly what she predicted came to pass. I quit writing them down. I love the eeriness of this one. Good write. Respectfully, Rett: "At twenty, if you aren't a liberal you have no heart. At 30, if you aren't a conservative, you have no brain." Winston Churchill

Kailashana

17 years 8 months ago

Proving one thing once

Proving one thing once again....we all come from the same stuff... on other groups the conversation was the same... and here is one thread... O... I have so many stories.... I sense earthquakes and I knew something about planes for months and months before 9/11... Anyhow here's the link. http://www.poetry-chaikhana.com/index.html I post regularly to the forum...my poems have not yet made the main page. ~A

t. reflexion

17 years 8 months ago

Call it hunch or...

intuition, the poet has psychic ability to foretell the storm. The conversation which is well written, linking the sub conscious to the objective world either as dialogue with the inner self or with a close friend, gives the poem dramatic elements of the performing art. The monologue that follows begs further for answers to the nagging question, 'What am I?'. This is a well written piece, Jess. Best wishes. T.

infinite_dwarf

17 years 8 months ago

thanks

Kaz- I really wasn't meaning to be elusive, but glad it all turned out good! Rett- lol! I would have stopped writing it down, too! Some people are just freaky scary accurate. Anna- Looks like a pretty cool site. Will check it out in further detail as time allows. T.- The conversation was with Jon. He held my hand, and while I was calming down, he asked what I had meant by something that I had said hours ago. And he asked how I knew a storm was coming. A freaky occurence which warranted writing. ~Jess K. ---------------------------------------------------- "If you've ever emptied the back of your pickup truck by driving backward really fast and slamming on the brakes, you might be a redneck" - Jeff Foxworthy Bill Engvall: "that's how we moved"