Storms – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: Storm coming in off the southern ocean off Augusta, Cape Leeuwin.

“You are not controlling the storm, and you are not lost in it. You are the storm.” Sam Harris


Storms seem to appear,
the wind suddenly announcing 
laden clouds in convocation darkening,
lightening pierces the night while
thunder rattles more than windows,
the ensuing deluge momentarily deafens,
and just as suddenly, calm returns,
as if nothing happened.
Somedays my storms just seem to appear,
though never suddenly leaving.

Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Filed under awareness, Free Verse, life, nature, poem, psychology, quote

10 responses to “Storms – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

  1. Your poem reminds me of how surreal it seems when a hurricane is over. So much destruction and then sunshine, calm atmosphere as if nothing ever happened–but it did. Lots of metaphor, there!

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  2. The storm’s aftermath of destruction/fear lingers…

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  3. It’s after the storm that we must listen in silence to notice the small clues.

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  4. lync56

    This poem holds a truth – it made me reflect and indeed our internal storms do come quickly and out of the blue sometimes


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