Towering cities cross a vault
of achromatic hue;
a luminescent light pervades
this stormy summer view.
Trees stand out in sharp relief
against the threatening sky,
colours glow, so sharp, intense,
as pewter clouds pass by.
Multi layered build the clouds,
in many shades of grey;
some are lit by sunlight,
some make night of day.
Over in the distance
a mountain range now forms,
climbing upward, ever growing,
start of thunderstorms.
Yonder is a charcoal cloud,
with ragged wind tossed edges;
shafts of rain come sheeting down
to hide the distant hedges.
Pictures form, then dissipate,
as wind whips clouds around;
towers climb, then melt away,
as rain falls to the ground.
A contest entry
- Calling All Contestants!! by Simply Olivia.
600 points, ended September 24, 2007, 6 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Many thanks for the Honorable Mention. Apologies for delay in reply but I have been away from home for a week.
Thank you again, pleased you enjoyed it :-) -
Very Good!
Thank you. -
What a remarkable write! The imagery is so enticing and vivid, it really paints a masterful landscape, a gorgeous turbulent atmosphere, the soul of the storm. I am amazed at the skillful wording. These clouds become so tangible and lively, as actual physical beings. This poem enlivens their very existence, gives them such fuming purpose and standing, the way they are referred to as mountain ranges and towers gives them this powerful and foreboding essence. Just remarkable, and then that amazing finish, that last stanza, the storm breaking and the rain falling down, that peaceful, tranquil end…a phenomenal finish. This piece is just amazing, so well done!!!
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