As blue and serene settings retreat
to the west, following Apollos descent,
there looms the wheels of eternity, the sounds
of a thousand oaks gnardled limbs tearing
through the air; screams echoing harsh-
boughs can bare the worlds wiles no longer--
the wickid winds wrought willful breaths,
to purge the hoary timbers- Gaia hums hymes
of perdition swimming in the sky alit
from titans and Gods warring and clash.
a cadre of torrents fall fast now,
to cleanse the ancient oaks, endowing
their final rights, eons of impeding the
Gods battles- and finally mans guardian
fallen, muddy puddles swallow the soldiers
intently tucking them in, 'sleep now ready giants
eternity beckons, come now and sleep forever
assuaged- these selfless sentinels now relieve
their bodies to the Earth, original ash becomes new.
Please tell me what you think
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great!
I love those Greeks too. I love the idea they started with whole idea that nothing happens unless the gods wish it to be so. I think you really captured the feel of the supernatural response we have as human beings to horrific natural disasters... Many ways, this poem reminds me of New Orleans back during the floods... Mother Nature or Apollo... don't mess with either.
The writing style is also very nice... good classic feel to it.
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Thank you much
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wow a really in depth description. I read it as a storm blowing over some trees, am I right? of course its the complexity and life of the metaphors and images that are the most important part and you've obviously really put some thought into this. I always loved Greek myths so much more than real science because it seems more human and beautifully poetic.
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thanks for the kind comment, its very much appreciate.
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