You feel it in the bones first
a terrible sense of gut wrenching dread
that something is about to happen
which will leave you terrified.
Sky slowly masks in leaden warning,
air chills with teeth
while nostrils flare from ozone scent.
Thunderous broadsides shake the house and spirit,
lightning fingers write their threatening flash verse
across the ever darkening heaven.
Wind bends trees, rattling doors and windows
inside the anxiety grows
because nature's rampaging behemoth
has no friends and only seeks destruction.
Soul thinks prayers of protection
seeking some small form of refuge from the peril,
body tense from never knowing
how long the beast will prowl.
Life measured in heartbeats,
quick breaths swallow calm,
mind squeezes tight on fear's tube,
wondering frantically in a fleeting phobia fantasy,
when the sun might die.
A contest entry
- Midst of the Storm-Contest by JeannieD Hunter.
600 points, ended July 14, 2007, 11 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Wow! Now I'll say you must have written from experience! If not what an incredible sense of what sheer terror from the force of nature you have. Very well done. Thank you for entering and good luck.
Jeannie -
Love those words...fear's tube
and the story You have weaved which You are so darn good at doing
Wonderful tale!!
Raise the blood pressure a bit~ Geeeeeeeeeesh
Best wishes to You in the contest
Many blessings to You
and my Love
~ Desire~*~
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Thank you precious. Yep, we do get that way from storms don't we?
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