with my eyes wide closed,
I shiver
through mid-year
june,
and my feet are soaked
with thunderstorms.
english cattle
blink grey-sky
at the birth
of Tornado
and
I
amscared
of
midnights fading into afternoon
sunlit forever,
dusk touching dawn
through the inclement weather.
mercurial.
as riverburstsbanks
and ducks confound
down the highstreet
because this
is
a beginning
of an end.
(the kind that lingers
long through sunset
with a rage
of floods
&brimstone)
I never feared
to drown.
but I disciple
irony
too close to die by fire.
(and shhh.
who whispersoothed anything
about death?
)
Author notes
~ Macey Muse
I. Hate this. There was a tornado yesterday, not 20 miles from my school. This is -wrong-.
((And this is -me-. This is one of maybe a dozen poems written for me, not for the words. Because I hate this. I. Can't even say.))
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A contest entry
- Quick Pre-write Contest by Nicole Hanna.
300 points, ended July 9, 2007, 39 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - search by CarCrashHumor.
800 points, ended August 1, 2007, 23 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Happy Birthday to Me... (gimme your best!) by Akarian.
530 points, ended July 29, 2007, 11 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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droolage...
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Wonderful write --- your imagery through words and your use of the form is just fantastic. I loved this piece. Great luck to you in both the contests! Betsy
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Many thanks for entering my contest and allowing me the chance to read this piece. I loved the form, the line breaks, just how it appears on the page to reach out and grab me visually, not to mention that the language and imagery is also incredibly captivating. I really enjoyed it.
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Thank you ^.^
(And one day soon, I -shall- get my act together to actually -write- something for one of your 24-hour contests. Promise.)
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Mmm.. I always find it odd when you see things like that on the news, because they've never happened where i live..
Weather is really a terrifying thing, it's so powerful.
I loved this, it had a brilliant combination of good poetry and real emotions,...
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Loved the poem. The best one of the bunch that I have read of your recent postings.
It has an open honesty to it, that allows me to feel with you, as you cope with your fears. The words and images flow smoothly with out challenging each other or fighting for space.
Somehow, it doesn't surprise me that this poem is bore of a very real fear. I abhor the Hurricanes that blow through where I live. They turn my hair white too. I completely understand.
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Thank you. And. It's just - England, you know? They -don't- happen here, it's the wrong shape of land, but now they have and it's not -right-. This weather makes me think all the pretty noises about CO2 cuts should just be silenced, because it's already too little, too late.
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I understand. But it is too late. There is going to be a nasty backlash felt world round, for our transgresses as a whole, of the human race.
All we can do, is stem the tide at this point. ~sigh~ Fools, the whole lot of us.
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I really like the style of this. Scrambling the words in the idea of a tornadoe is cliche and hard to make original but you've done it because each and every line break and emphasis was still useful for the flow and the meaning of the poem.
Roving and inspirational piece. Thanks for the read.
Ryan
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