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The Storm

Raging in from the west across the open fields,

long low rumbles of thunder broken by loud claps.

Earsplitting pops and cracks of the gods’ whips

rattle the windows and shake the walls.

Brilliant flashes of lightning reveal the bending of mighty trees,

large oaks shedding twigs and leaves.

Winds whistling a dirge for the unfortunate caught in their fury,

the mightiest of nature’s forces attack and ravage the daintiest.

Goliath eliminates David.

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13 thoughts on “The Storm

  1. Very interesting.. liked the way you weaved it and then the final loop.. wow!

    It would be interesting to see what do you comment on my page.. ha! ha! Here’s inviting you for gracing my page with your visit..

  2. Potent imagery, really rallies together this image of the storm…and the last line, such a twist. Didn’t see the biblical making an appearance. Fine, powerful work.

  3. That is an amazing example of using the ending of the poem to turn everything else on its head. You have a real talent for manipulating language, very enjoyable to read. Thanks for linking through Poetry Potluck.

    crb.

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