Gale and Squall

I was really drawn into this poem and was unknowingly reading it over and over :P Anyway I really liked the way you went about writing this poem as it gave it a wonderful and creative way of describing something a lot of people can only feel and never write down. First off, your imagery was simply amazing and I was really amazed by the clarity in which you described everything and also the formatting in how you had this written made the flow of the poem go really nice. All in all a wonderful poem with many thoughts lingering in and out. Great job and keep writing.

//theatrical, brooding, wallowing,
last-bombastic-gasp-of-autumn
way.
// thats very descriptive... I can almost hear the sounds of storm

/or some barren windswept coast,
a murder mystery would be transpiring
// well written

Loved the imagery in your write... beautifully worded. Enjoyed reading.

It's storming outside, in that
theatrical, brooding, wallowing,
last-bombastic-gasp-of-autumn
way.
>> this is a very very strong stanza. The word choice is perfect..and I can really sense the cold weather due to the adjectives you used, and I am able to have this little picture of that scene it self.
I can only suggest u to take off the word theatrical..felt a bit too much with what you already said. but its ur poem, and the stanza with it and without it WILL stay really strong!

Skeletons of branches scrape the window,
and flocks of leaves are
buffeting the screen like applause.
^^Amazing. WELL done..I csn imagine the shadows I see out of my window on a stormy night..I love it really! gr8 description

The rush, the roar, the groans
of some bellowing beast, this storm...
> this is again reviving the life of winter and a stormy nature in my head..Well penned as well!!

and if it were the British moors, I'm certain,
or some barren windswept coast,
a murder mystery would be transpiring
>>this gave me a dark side and had to read it again, I love it ;when it's not easy for me to get the meaning. I love deep wording and this is certainly a well done stanza..! the word transpiring was perfect!

or some ghost rising,
dripping the sort of revenge that comes only
on wild blustery nights.
>> this stanza spoke for me, about the damage that happens on a stormy day..that seems like a natures revenge.

But here I sit, with my book and my cat,
flushed from a shower and wrapped in ruby sheets.
I'm cheerful as anything, jauntily spooked
and egging on the wind.
>>> such a very ironic ending..very warming and makes me LONG for some more rain..and some cold!..
nice work/indeed

5/5