This autumn started with a growling sky,
The wailing winds screamed out their discontent,
And from the tempest's anvil sparks would fly
as lightning, writing out its own lament.
Trees bowed in homage to the rising storm,
All fur and feathered creatures sought retreat,
And russet leaves were whipped into a swarm:
A perfect cyclone born, was now complete.
But just as quickly as the winds had come,
They died upon the whisper of a breeze,
The thunder lingered on, like distant drum
As pallid sun returned to kiss the leas.
Tomorrow we will count the storm's great wrath,
And weep the damage strewed across its path.
A contest entry
- For The Group Seeking Perfect Rhyme and Rhythm by poets whisper.
1075 points, ended November 12, 6 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Prewrites by Diminished Capacity.
1200 points, ended November 15, 38 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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An absolutely beautiful sonnet. Rhyme and rhythm is perfect as well as the imagery. Thank you so much for entering.
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Very nice ...
and very nicely done. Congratulations on the shiny trophy. Good thing they aren't real metal trophies, or you'd have to rent an ampitheater to hold them all.
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I enjoyed this very descriptive write, flowed well and lots of imagery. Congrats on being gold winner in the groups first contest.
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As always, I find near perfection in everything you write. I never say perfection ... believing that nothing but our creator is perfect.
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This poem came alive with the storm and in reading I followed the ebb and flow. Superb rhythm and rhyme and a great capture of a storm on paper. Good luck in the contest, it promises to be a really good one.
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A wonderfully frightening description of the storms around your home. Rhyme and ryhthm is smooth and the whole poem a delight to read and read again. Good luck in the comp...Dan
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I can't fault the rhyme and rhythm in this poem. You describe very well the effects of a storm and the aftermath. We don't get too many in this neck of the woods but I must confess I do find storms quite exhilarating watched from behind the safety of my window.
I like the opening lines in particular but the whole poem was very enjoyable to read.
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Now this is poetry!!
A beautiful sonnet so well penned,
there are so many lines that I enjoy
I think it best that I say I enjoyed them
all and it is pure joy to read.
Good luck in the contest...Lulu
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A masterfully written sonnet with a good use of poetic devices. I liked your choice of adjectives from russet leaves to pallid sun. Just reading your poetry will teach me a great deal about writing sonnets.
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Beautiful!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I love your use of alliteration in line 2, I love what you did with the phrase "brightest lightning writing". I particularly love the line "Trees bowed in homage to the rising storm" : it's so graceful and powerful! And the next one: the alliteration serves as so excellently as a linkage! The next line has such movement in it: it so well exhibits the movement that it describes. I love how you use the volta: the storm reached it's great height and now it descends! leaving us all weeping for the damage!
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