struggling along the wildly windscaped beach
I source a dune indentation to rest
winded wondrous and seduced, lost for speech
the tempest builds up as the wind roars on
rudely the tide turns assaulting the sea
the elements rage above and upon
primordial roar buffeting a bird
thunder and lightning flash steal my breath
mother nature now screaming to be heard
clearly exclaiming ‘you lost your way’
please listen to her tumultuous sound
try to understand what she has to say
aroused 
Excellent poem!!! Love this one!
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thanks Linda 🙂
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Nature roars, and still, we don’t listen. Excellent poem, Cate.
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Listening to Nature may be our only option for survival
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she is telling us very clearly, we didn’t heed her other warnings so now our mortality is on line; and she stopped most of our pollution almost instantly … smart woman!
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A powerful poem, Kate. You have engaged all of my senses and some emotions, too.
Mother Nature tries to speak to us. It’s good when we listen.
Stay safe and well.
We are having more days of storms, rain, and even had some snow.
(((HUGS)))
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thanks Carolyn,
seriously, we had another very hot sunny summers day … had a lovely walk on the beach and spotted some furry friends 🙂
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Nature can certainly roar which is easily heard. It is the soft whisper that we need to hear as well…
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at the moment I think she is roaring loudly … we didn’t listen to the tsunami, or the wildfires, so now she is making things mighty uncomfortable confronting people with their own mortality!
Be most interested to see where this goes …
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We would all be better off listening to nature. (K)
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indeed we would, and totally appreciate your capture of our birdlife 🙂
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We need to listen to nature and each other…
Stay safe.
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and you Jules, take care as you are important to lots of us 🙂
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Thanks you… I really appreciate that. You too are an important part of my life now ;D
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thanks so much, I am missing the series … when time allows ?
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Hard to write when hubby is working across the same table but I’ve printed some prompts that I hope to use in a new episode … maybe today – Thanks for asking.
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no pressure, but as time permits … forgot hubby would be working from home now … puts a whole new perspective on life 😉
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Storms can be terrifying.
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for some, I love being out in them, watching them approach from the sea … they inspire and excite me 🙂
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We must listen before it’s too late
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One should always listen. Great poem Kate.
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You have captured the perfectly how the sea smells and how it roars out its sound as the wind blows.
The raging sea reminds us to always wait for it to settle down and calm down before we even journey
The same way with what’s happening right now….we need to wait and let everything settle down.
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glad you got the analogy Mich 🙂
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you have conjured the terrific sounds and smell of the sea here along with the portents – and handled the rhymes well. thank you for joining in with the prompt
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thanks for such a challenging one!
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Tumultuous tempests are the best, Kate, and your ‘wildly windscaped beach’, primordial roar and raging elements had me dancing! Mother Nature’s screams are more than a match for my seahowl. 🙂
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I love her at rest and when she rages … makes us know we are alive Kim 🙂
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Oh, yes, we are in danger of being severely punished by Mother Nature. What we’ve seen so far is very mild.
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Yes, we should now be so careful with nature ad be gentle towards her.
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towards her, ourselves and each other … it’s tough times so we need to share the care ❤
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