Tempest|Poetry Breakdown

Well, I suppose poetry breakdown days are on Thursdays.

This week’s poem is called:

Tempest

There’s a sinking feeling
in the air
Like something is brewing
Like something is heavy
Like something bad will happen.
There’s an apprehensive feeling
in the air
Like something is brewing
Like something is heavy
Like something horrible will happen.
There’s a uncertain feeling
in the air
Like something is brewing
Like something is heavy
Like something terrible will happen.

The rain poured down
while the wind swept it around
slashing people in the face
pushing people around
drenching you head to toe
in unbearable misery.

It simmers down.
It lightens up.
The sky clears up.

What would a clear sky mean
without a tempest?

 

It’s the summer and there have been a lot of storms lately. In this poem, I used the image of an oncoming storm to illustrate how to turn bad things into better things. I use a lot of parallelism with the lines ” Like something is brewing, like something is heavy, like something horrible will happen.” Before a storm happens, you can almost sense that a storm will happen, but you can’t explain it. You might say “I can feel it in my bones!” That’s what those repeating lines mean except on a level of sensing that something bad will happen. I repeat it a couple times because it’s that feeling of apprehension, but you just can’t avoid. Those couple of lines take up a majority of the poem, so it’s a little hard to miss.

Before the repeating lines, I use another line that repeats, but with only one word that changes although they are all synonyms of each other. I use the words, sinking, apprehensive and uncertain as levels of growing uncertainty.

After the repeating lings, I insert a stanza that is basically the storm-tempest. You just feel miserable while the storm is occurring and the middle stanza is suppose to invoke feelings of wanting to leave the current stormy situation.

And then, everything gets better. The storm goes away and everything lightens up. I chose simple sentences without all the imagery hoping that you’ll breathe a sigh of relief by reading those lines.

In the final stanza (I don’t know if you would call one sentence a stanza) I pose a question-a challenging question. Without the chaos, we wouldn’t know what the definition of perfection. Without light, we wouldn’t know what darkness would be.

I chose the word tempest instead of storm because it feels like a more serious and tougher word and tempest isn’t used as much as storm.

 

And that is it for this week’s poetry breakdown. I hope you liked it and I’ll see you for next week’s poetry breakdown! Have a great day/night!

 

Alice

 

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