The Tempest

There is a place where the storm stops and you sift the silt and rake the wreckage,

You count the damage out in torn crops and the cracked panes in the shaken frames,

You hear the rain drip its last drops in loud, "Plops," as it taps its message,

The tempest touches all from doorstops to treetops irrespective of their names,

And in the stillness when the wind drops you take stock and count your blessings,

And though you're standing there in flip flops with wet mops you see it's game,

The wind that dies but never yet stops like slowed clocks is soft confessing,

That it dares you to withstand shocks and hard knocks and stake your claim.

◄ Sing Me To Sleep

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Jason Bayliss

Mon 26th Aug 2019 16:32

Thanks Heart, for liking, and I mean that from doorstops to treetops.😄

J. x

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Jason Bayliss

Tue 20th Aug 2019 21:23

Yes Ray, actually it does make sense, me and Sal have quite similar styles. I think it comes from loving lyrics for me. My first experiences of poetry were musical, I think that's maybe where the similarities lie.

J. 😀

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raypool

Tue 20th Aug 2019 21:05

Quite an achievement to use words that lull us into the poem and present ideas in an unbroken form that you've used here Jason. There is a bending of reality to fit the words which is fine. My honest opinion ! I sense an alignment with the poems of Big Sal if that makes sense.

Ray

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Jason Bayliss

Tue 20th Aug 2019 19:03

Thanks Ruth, but don't forget to listen for the soft confessing wind, it's all part of the rich symphony.😀

J. x

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Ruth O'Reilly

Tue 20th Aug 2019 19:00

I like the way this poems sounds Jason it's got a definite tone to it. The next time it rains here....which will be very soon I'm going to make a conscious effort to hear the message being tapped out, what a powerful line.

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Jason Bayliss

Tue 20th Aug 2019 18:33

Thanks MC, and indeed they do not. Don't know if we can keep up, as much as keep a, "weather eye," on it.

And thanks for liking, Blackrose and El pintor.

J. 😀

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M.C. Newberry

Tue 20th Aug 2019 15:06

A most imaginative reminder that "time and tide wait for no man".
We just have to try to keep up.

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Jason Bayliss

Tue 20th Aug 2019 07:00

Thanks Adam, the soft confessing winds are always whispering and a beautiful thing it is to hear them.

J. x

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Adam Rabinowitz

Tue 20th Aug 2019 06:44

My favorite line Jadon of a very favorite poem. This is so great.

The wind that dies but never yet stops like slowed clocks is soft confessing,

Devon Brock

Mon 19th Aug 2019 23:44

It is so smooth rhythmically that I didn't even notice the internal rhymes. Again, so very well done.

D

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Jason Bayliss

Mon 19th Aug 2019 23:37

Thanks Devon, it was a hard one to do with the internal rhyme, but I could hear the rhythm. Glad you liked it.

J. x

Devon Brock

Mon 19th Aug 2019 23:33

Yes, Jason. Yes. Love the imagery here. And I particularly love the last two lines.

D

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