I watch the anvils rolling in with thunder
clouds swirling in the form of gray.
Lightning bolts with crackling wonder.
Trees bend and begin to sway.
There is amazement and pure stone fear.
Clouds swirl in their forms of gray.
As if the Gods were doing a power play.
Lightning slashes quickly across the sky.
There is amazement and pure stone fear.
Nature bows as if to comply.
the storm rumbles and the winds swirl.
Lightning slashes quickly across the sky.
Emotions get lost and quickly unfurl
as the storm flows in its full power.
The storm rumbles and the winds swirl.
There is the darkening the hour.
I watch the anvils rolling in with thunder.
As the storm blows in its full power.
Lightning bolts with crackling wonder.
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A contest entry
- Something Special by Fallen Below.
300 points, ended May 13, 4 entries
Silver trophy winner
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Comments
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There's lots of beautiful pictures drawn with words in this poem. Being a midwestern girl, I can relate. I watch the anvils roll, clouds swirling, crackling wonder, pure stone fear, Nature bows, winds swirl...just a few of my favorites. I also like the way you rotated lines throughout this piece. A well deserved silver...nice write!
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