Sometimes she’s wildfire, burning through the night;
some days she’s a winter storm, ice and fury unleashed.
Sometimes she’s a shadow, neither fully here or really there;
some days she’s untamable, wild as rolling seas.
Sometimes I hold her close, as the world starts coming undone;
some days we fit together and I feel that I belong.
Ryan Stone
Life and the relationships we form are like this. It’s like the ebb and floe of tides. You capture it perfectly in this piece, Ryan, and the image is spectacular, too.
that’s one hell of a relationship you describe. the Ice and fury line caught me; that’s what’s going on outside my office right now. The poem seemed particularly apt for the snowy day here. A great poem!
This is beautiful Ryan. Sounds like most women. Hahaha. We can be quite temperamental.
And that is a beautiful sky you’ve captured too.
Have a wonderful weekend.
🙂
This poem melted me. I read and re-read it finding myself drawn and pulled strongly towards this lady. Only you can make the reader fall in love with anyone.
Left me with a sweet taste of cinnamon and spice. 🙂
This is really stunning Ryan, you evoke such stirring emotions with your words.
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