silent.. a silent storm tearing through my mind destroying everything inside to the soothing ring of piano strings.. in the eyes of this storm, as i stare, i am torn, between malevolent grace and lovely undertaking..
First of all, welcome to throwaway, Jamil! I'm glad to see you've posted already!
I appreciate the juxtaposition of the binaries in this poem: the silence and the storm, destruction and a soothing ambience, malevolence and grace. I think they all compliment one another well. Although storms can be destructive, they can also offer cleansing. Your poem leaves the state of the speaker's mind open for both interpretations: in either turmoil or rapturous passion.
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First of all, welcome to throwaway, Jamil! I'm glad to see you've posted already!
I appreciate the juxtaposition of the binaries in this poem: the silence and the storm, destruction and a soothing ambience, malevolence and grace. I think they all compliment one another well. Although storms can be destructive, they can also offer cleansing. Your poem leaves the state of the speaker's mind open for both interpretations: in either turmoil or rapturous passion.
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