I on solid ground

there is a storm raging
across the heavens

I see the dark
destructive clouds
gather
swarm and rumble

wind gusts with the lash
of driven rain
I feel the cut
I wear the blows

and still I stand
I
in the temple
of my home

I stand
inside the doors
no room for storms

rage

rage

rage you loudly
amongst the night
and darkness
but I
am holding
to the flame
that shows me clear
who am I
and why am I

I can stand
against terrors
flashed white on black
across the heavens

for here
on solid ground
am I


© Frank Prem, 2016

Poem #32: shopping (every day)

15 thoughts on “I on solid ground

  1. this has a William Blake feeling to it — must be the “rage rage” bit – which works really well ….. this is multi-layered and fully rich, much like most storms as they build and brew, before breaking – glad that you did post this Frank 🙂

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