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Mottled grey clouds hang in a fading sky,
atmosphere heaving with imminent rain;
huge globules plummet, greet an anxious sigh,
clouds embrace tension, wind stirs up a strain.
Cracked ground cries skywards with it's dying thirst,
trees brace faces, wait to be dismantled;
Houses groan as they are always hit first,
life's possessions soon to be unravelled.
China cups clink, wish to be locked away,
sensing the threat is getting ever near;
the front door swinging, back and forth it sways,
as wind howls through steel, laughter mixed with fear.
Running for shelter is their only choice,
courtyard stones rattle, raising their voice.
Winds creep deftly, trail through every brick,
as thunder rumbles streaks of limpid light;
the rain wets heavy, the atmosphere thick,
as each piercing tendril causes sheer fright.
Antiques, furniture, twist to a mosaic,
hands grab in panic for mem'ries to save,
searching for shelter, wood splinters, house shakes,
they're running to escape an early grave.
Gales pick up speed, storm whips its crescendo,
breathing its strength to its ultimate rage;
tornado twirls through village and meadow,
an animal wild, released from its cage.
Doorways and windows are torn from their seams,
as people bid farewell to lifelong dreams.
Destruction lays strewn across every street
and people peer out with hearts of defeat;
upturned cars, metal twisted and angry,
as onlookers weep their regrets, sadly.
The storm stroked with intention to mistreat,
destruction lays strewn across every street;
it hasn't yet gone, it rumbles on yet,
in these small hours that no one will forget.
The tornado bragged for what it achieved,
its inborn hunger of hate to aggrieve;
destruction lays strewn across every street,
rain cascades in chills, as it turns to sleet.
The sound of death fell in the devils tears,
in pure sound of loss, screaming through the years;
Lives to rebuild, loss left as sky's receipt,
destruction lays strewn across every street.
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Author notes
A Double Sonnet and a Quatern
Prompt: "It was as though the devil himself wept tears of pure sound." -Phantom by Susan Kay
--Collaborated by-- Teddibly Abnormal and Laura Lamarca
A contest entry
- Round Three by Porcelain Princess.
300 points, ended July 17, 2007, 11 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Yay! Congrats Teddibly - a well deserved win - you guys did an amazing job with this piece - best of luck in the next round!
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Congrats Teddibly! I am very happy for you two!
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oh my god!! i was scrolling through my notes on ap when i saw this. you know when there's more then one notice saying "the contest is over" and on like 2 of them it didn't have my name or poem so was like "they deserved it"
and then the last one came and i felt like the winner of American idol or something.
i wish you and K could move to the next round too
wish me luck~
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Very Good!
Though I am not good with either form, I am sure these are done well. The content of the poem was very interesting and well done. It reminds me of the fear that people have in the back of their minds everytime it storms, the fear that the storm might get them. I also enjoyed the rhyme.
Andy
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I adore this. That's the simplest way I can put it. This is one of the best poems I've read, and I absolutely love it. Great work!
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