March Winds
Poetry on March's Unpredictability
This is for Mikeydred's March Prompt.
March comes in with roaring tempests,but leaves at peace.-Michelle Liew
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Howling winds stirring restless branches,
A tempest knotted through my soul
March begins with snarls and claws
Shaking loose fragile bones
Splinters one's resolve
Untamed and bold
Wild till peace
Softly
nears.
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About the Creator
Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin
Hi, i am an English Language teacher cum freelance writer with a taste for pets, prose and poetry. When I'm not writing my heart out, I'm playing with my three dogs, Zorra, Cloudy and Snowball.
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Comments (5)
I'm with Andrea on this. I loved those lines as well
Beautiful nature poem! Loved it 😊
Love this, Michelle
I love the last three lines - peace. Nice work💚
What a beautifully evocative poem. The raw energy of March's fierce winds is captured so vividly, yet the subtle transition to peace at the end adds a tender contrast. The imagery of "snarls and claws" mixed with "softly nears" creates a perfect balance of chaos and calm. Your hard work and do hope will be fly into monthly top.