Storm Explores Its Origins by Bethany Jarmul
Who have you loved? How did you lose it all?
Storm Explores Its Origins
Unstable atmosphere—cold, hot, hot, cold. Vapors as vespers rising toward the heavens. Collision, collection, condensation. Storm dislikes this story, writes its own. A father made of fire. A mother born of stone. A star to salute its genesis. Swollen with self-certainty, with sulfur, with saline, Storm disregards your desires. Your longings lost to gusts of glory. Who have you loved? How did you lose it all? Where did you learn to lament? Storm never wonders, never asks.
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This poem is a great example of sound=sense. Consonance, assonance, alliteration, internal rhyme—they all build the meaning of the poem up—which burgeons like a storm cloud. Also well done is the conceit of outer weather=inner weather, with an implied/suggested narrative. Very well done.
I remember these. Love the way this moves like a storm, both musically and in its imagery, ad the questions it asks at the end!