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BEAUTIFUL STORM

At the ripe old age of sixteen years
I thought I knew it all.
My plans were made I had no fears
as summer slowly turned to fall.

Then one sunny afternoon
I spied a little cloud
which turned into a tempest soon.
It was disorderly and loud.

I figured it would pass away
like summer squalls so often do
but that day became another day
each blustery one brought something new.

Until I realized that storm was sent my way
to disrupt my perfect plans
and since then I've loved the fray.
I love the storm and that tempest is with me to this day

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Structured: Western
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I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Last few words: 
really, really rough
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Not Explicit Content

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Here's my take:

third stanza L2 :"like summer squalls [are wont to do]

third stanza L4 :"each [stormy] one something new

Last stanza "At last I realized the storm sent my way
was to disrupt my perfect plans
and since then, I've loved the fray
I love the storm and the tempest, It's with me to the end

~ Geez.
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Wont? Ok, I'll check that out as well as other suggestions. Did you get the secondary theme of who the storm is?

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Your wife?

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she keeps boredom at bay

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S4L3, I would change "then" to "that day". I think the meter works better.

Thomas

....so like my lost dreams...the flood

I'll give that a try upon edit. Thanks for your input and visit

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Ahhhh, a windy woman, disorderly and loud,
we wouldn't want them any-other way. *ahem*

I liked your poem, as is,,,, but for,, "usually do" .

Obi.

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