An easterly wind Brings him across a great space; All seems calm—at first.
A consistent warmth Fuels a great and mighty force; Life presses onward.
Spark’ling light and heat Encourage the storm to grow, It’s a gift of love.
Turmoil begins. Winds begin to swirl and sin; Fear waits patiently…
Through all the suspense He remains calm and soothing; My eye of the storm.
Alas, tension builds. Chaos continues to rise. Fear remains patient…
The great day has come. I see him, my love, at last. The mightiest storm.
A forward motion, And he takes my hand in his. Hurricane hits land.
Clouds cannot drop rain, Wind full of debris stands still. At last--clarity.
The storm dissipates, Sunshine sparkles in the mist As our story ends.
We walk hand in hand, Optimistic of our life. My Hurricane Chase.
As an English major I love how weather, particularly rain
and storms, are used in literature. Often they are used as a means of
expressing emotion and internal conflict. In my poem, or rather my cluster of
haikus, I have depicted a hurricane. More than this, I depicted what I imagine
a hurricane would be like since I have never experienced one myself. My purpose
was to convey the chaos and the calm in a way that would seem to be nothing
more than a storm, but you later find it is a love story—my love story to be
exact. This poem is about the symbolic hurricane that my life has been this past year,
with the most intense parts of the storm centered on the planning of my
marriage to my fiancé, Chase. I daresay that planning this wedding has been comparable
to a storm surge or debris in an intense wind. Though I kept the writing in a
more emotional and artistic writing style, I hope I properly conveyed the
intensity of our own personal hurricanes we are constantly taking on.