Tornado's outbursts deserting the calm endless skies,
incline to glorify its hazardous angry weary campaign;
to choose the chopping nocturne responses for encore,
striking rowdy invincible darkness of silence to charge.
The leafy trails, waving ways, pastors, to dress coarse,
in an agile momentum of a fleet steers in dust indolent,
launching hasty spurring the flanks at edge contemptuous,
guiding zephyr to throw laughing echoes amid rusty rushes.
Crossed scattered rocks in formidable witness of strength,
on the threshold stops attentive to abandon hasty layers,
listening to support its pike of beech in disastrous spirits;
to suppress crying screams of divine celestial teary harmony.
Author notes
Prompt: ANGRY SKIES
A contest entry
- PIF/Prompt by AliceinPoetryLand.
700 points, ended September 17, 2008, 7 entries
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Comments
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Wow! this is a very deep and profound piece. Very cleverly penned indeed. Thank you so much for your entry
Gaylene
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