Pastel Hues
color the skies
Shades of nature color the land
Clouds dapple, imagination on the fly
Moisture without color flying by
Pending darkness too soon arrives
As Mother Nature brings darkening skies
She wears the color of the sun
Soon to be draped with stormy rage
Thunder shatters the silence
Lightinings response
gathering tension
A storm approaches
A storm of ages
Pastel turns purple
Skies fill with angry clouds
Winds lift natures discards
Flying debris swarm like bees
Anger moves in the sky
Color it dangerously
Imagine it fatally
In a list
A contest entry
- Colors Of Peace - 24 hr quickie by CarolDesjarlais.
900 points, ended October 15, 2007, 8 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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An ominous poem...but one that begs being paid attention to...very well done, very descriptive.
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Interesting, rich and graphical – but for me peace should be more tranquil . .but I enjoyed the poem . .
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Hi Ag!
Peace is always preceeded by turbulance and like the sturring of a single finger in water, without that disturbance to define the meaning of peace would we have defined it at all. Perhaps. But, would the definition have been "sameness" "endless" "predictable". Instead of tranquil. My best to you my friend.
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This poem rings so true,the hues in the lightening brings shivers to ones spines good luck in the contest, MM
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