What wipes clean in its touching wake?
A tale touches down
in destructive doom
The heart that cares
Sits in the eye of storm
the devil's tornado
spins
a wrath of heart's holocaust
wends
and weaves
in the wild winds
of wantoness
a centrifuge
of waste
and wickedness.
A contest entry
- Early morning quickie by The Reapers Angel.
550 points, ended April 8, 2009, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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i've lived through 2! (i am odd enough to have a checklist of natural disasters i want to live through, tornadoes are the only one i have checked off twice!)
your words are sooo true.
the beginning is pretty but lacks the dark depths of the last three stanzas.
the beginging is more telling than showing... but still beautiful.
peace
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Interesting take, and the format is cool. Very nice piece, thank you for entering.
~Angel
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