Tornadoes
Death the cycle begins anew
I'm mortal,
Reality is cold and cruel now,
Like the rain falling from the sky
What is one to do about Mother Nature's fury?
Blazing anger,
Merciless fear,
Mother Nature lashes out in an anguish cry!
Who will clean up the shattered remenents
Of my life
Of peoples homes and broken posession
I cherish all the little things
But as i look around at this destruction
I am glad i am but a mere mortal
As the sun starts to sparkle on my windowpane
I look up toward the sky
With arms outstretched
I hang my head for other's
As i slowly start to cry
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Written May 2nd, 2002
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This is so sad and touching, a truly moving poem that was beautifully written. I think when all is said and done all any of us can do is thank God for those saved because possessions although sad when lost can be replaced and then say a prayer for those who were hurt or God called home to stay.
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Another moving piece. You describe the scene so well. Living in Illinois, I know what tornadoes can do (though I've been spared from personal loss so far). I love the ending of the poem because it ends with positive concern for others.
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mother nature sometimes gets tough. we have to be tougher if we can
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excellent
She's a good mother, but we must never underestimate her power and authority over man. This is a lovely write. I especially enjoyed the imagery, and flow. Well done x -
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Yeah, you've been in one or two haven't you? thats about what its like. -
excellent
Wonderfully captured piece!!! The vividedness of this is so very strong!!! -
needs rework
sad write.
:0)
Nam
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