I can predict the weather
At times I can predict the weather
but I can’t temper the thunder
I can’t settle a storm
No, I am the observer
looking at a hazel horizon
in the shimmering twilight
I can’t settle a storm
No, I am the observer
looking at a hazel horizon
in the shimmering twilight
I watch a drama unfold
the sky scattered with
reflections of the scenes
of people clashing in conflict
fuming with fright
Only pocket size sparks
of the convulsive storm
reach me but I don’t let them in
The air is too heavy
Yesterday I stepped to
the other side of the sky
striving to sooth some souls
covering them with a velvety veil,
filtering out the hard light,
turning the focus on the freedom
to choose the pastels
rather than black clouds
The air appeared calm than
ripened into an outburst of rain
Today, I rest and retreat
getting drunk on music and poetry
indulge in dreams and chocolate
leaving the world outside
I can predict the weather
I can’t control the storm
Yes, to observe and to let go. This is so beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThanks Sumana
DeleteNor can I but I am less accepting of its moods and moan at both heat and cold out of season and as for those clouds up there I thought I told you to rain only at night!
ReplyDeletelol I feel you We have to stand up to that rain
DeleteI enjoyed this poem, Marja, it has defiance and resolve. I like the alliteration in the lines:
ReplyDelete‘I can’t temper the thunder
I can’t settle a storm’
and the use of colour in:
‘filtering out the hard light,
turning the focus on the freedom
to choose the pastels
rather than black clouds’.
Thanks Kim
DeleteMy goodness this is poetic gold, Marja!💖 Especially love; "Yesterday I stepped to the other side of the sky striving to sooth some souls covering them with a velvety veil, filtering out the hard light." 😊
ReplyDeleteSo pleased you like it Sanaa Thank you
DeleteYour poem is lovely and the picture is beautiful. I like how you describe one's attempt at creating peace. Sometimes it feels like a lost cause and all we do is retreat, into our lack of control.
ReplyDeleteThank Myrna Yes that was a bit of the feeling behind it but also just to retreat and let things just be
DeleteIndeed, we are only spectators. We cannot control the weather. The sky provides us with a lot of drama; in a way, it reflects the dramas and conflicts down, on the earth, which also seem to be uncontrollable.
ReplyDeleteYour poem is realistic, using beautiful imagery of 'red horizon', 'black clouds','convulsive storm', 'outburst of rain'.
Thanks so much Duta
DeleteSometimes we need the respite of limitations to bask in ourselves and hope for the best.
ReplyDeleteIndeed "i am not the weather"
Much🕊❤🕊love
I agree Gillena Thanks
DeleteI love this. I am a great observer of weather, too. I love the drama of it all, the changing skies, like Sky-Show going on every minute, just for us. I especially like the visit to those on the other side of the sky, and today's day of reflection. Today it is raining hre for the first time in far too long a time and I am thrilled to spend it inside, domestically. So this poem resonated with me a lot.
ReplyDeleteThanks Sherry Yes the sky can be beautiful I always pressed my nose against the window when small watching the lightning and listening to the thunder and the clattering rain. Glad you got some rain now
DeleteI can't control the storm....I love that line, the way it encapsulates the whole poem. What a lovely poem this is.
ReplyDeleteThanks Toni
DeleteSo beautiful. Focusing on the freedom to choose is in itself a choice, and one we can only make for ourselves. Let's set the example by "getting drunk on music and poetry / indulge in dreams and chocolate". I love it! Thank you, Marja!
ReplyDeleteThanks and yes that's true Hadn't thought about it A choice to choose. Haha yes have to have the chocolate
DeleteLovely poem and wonderful photo. Lovely sunny day here today.
ReplyDeleteThanks Susan yes here we had a good day as well. The winter has been very mild
DeleteI am not the weather but, I can weather the storms of life. I can choose whether or not to enjoy the pastels or black sky. I am a sky watcher always searching for weather patterns.
ReplyDeleteThanks yes I am a skywatcher The sky has some spectacular shows for us
DeleteA sky watcher! Beautiful, beautiful observation. I like what you did with this poem. Brilliant.
ReplyDeleteThanks Khaya
DeleteI am not the weather
ReplyDeleteI can’t control the storm... that acceptance is the only way to find some peace.
Thanks I agree
DeleteI'm so glad you visited. I enjoyed your poem. Inspiring voice! I'm a supernatural writer, pursuing my dream of publication.
ReplyDeleteThanks so much Sharon Good luck with your writing
Delete'I can't control the storm'. This is so beautiful and true. Lovely poem!
ReplyDeleteThanks Linda
Delete"I stepped to the other side of the sky" I love the image that inspires. You can't control the weather but we can change how we see it. Positive or Negative.
ReplyDeleteThanks Lori Yes we can choose how to see and how to respond to events
DeleteThere is so little we can control except the way we choose to live.You have made wise choices with chocolate, music, poetry and for me movies and books as well.
ReplyDeleteThanks yes sure movies and books are good one as well :)
DeleteObservations reveal more intense rainfalls and flooding in some areas. But in other regions there’s more evaporation and drying with increased drought. Every side should get its fair share😋...so everybody can ‘get drunk in music and poetry’...beautifully penned, Marja .
ReplyDeleteLovely reflection.
ReplyDeleteNicely done! I don't worry about the news like I use to for those same reasons.
ReplyDeleteYes, one cannot be expected to be subjected to the vagaries of the weather and yet try to exact some form of control over it. Unpredictable to say the least that the weather will enjoy its freedom of deciding what it wants to be and act it out!
ReplyDeleteHank
A deeply thoughtful poem, Marja. Sometimes to stay afloat we let go so as not to let too many sparks and storms into our souls but although we can’t control the weather, human activities influence the weather and play a role.
ReplyDeleteThanks and I agree we do have an impact I think I made the choice to not be able to influence the weather
DeleteThe weather has much to teach and when we become the Observer, we SEE so much more... Wonderful Poetry Marja <3
ReplyDeleteLove these words:
ReplyDelete"getting drunk on music and poetry"
"indulge in dreams and chocolate"
# Have a great day