The Storm

- All entries[old and new] welcome.
- One entry person so make it count!
- Competition open for two weeks.
- Commenting on peoples poems is chilled.

Competition inspired by AlwaysCaliban's "Characteristics of Rain" competition.

To start the competition off:

The Storm

We rejoin the production
At act one
Scene three

The rotating washing line
Playing at a whirling dervish
Whipped into a trance-like state

The lone tree waving
In the relentlessly buffeting wind
With champion gusto and grace

The wind keening,
Alternating
Between a whisper
And an increasingly wild whistle

A crashing from the heavens
An unholy crescendo
A quiver and crack
From the clouds

An exclamation
From on high

"Jagged Fury"
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Outside the window birds on the run fly fast as bright lightning streaks across my bedroom wall

Rumbling distant thunder echoes a storm asunder warning of a coming tempest squall

Quickly, I pull the sheets up over my head and hide under, nature’s jagged fury, I am in constant awe

Storm

Thunder booms
Lightning flashes
Neon lights across the skies
Winds over the South China Sea
Hits the palm trees
And make them sing
A soughing dirge
Or an exultant aria
Rain falls like drums
Upon palm fronds
Thumps and booms
With tinkling cymbals
Floods on plains
Gushing towards the sea
Accompaniment to nature’s orchestra
When ending come
With repeated encores
Peace reign
As rainbow ties up the blue sky

I appreciate your entries Strider, Grace. Both being rather tempestuous.

Zibelthiurdos








A rumble hums through the atmosphere




You light the sky
with an electric flare




Growl a shiver down my spine


"Feels so good"






Strike to the ground
power below my feet




Seeking in waves of energy




Louder
Vibrating to the bone



In a blinding flash
I embrace your beauty




Dance to a thunderous sound
in the light of your majesty
the sky weeps in crystal ice
as tears melt upon my flesh

Ever faster
pounding upon my heart




Your life a pulse through my being




Stay for a while
encompass me in your beauty
the enchantment of your wrath
and the sting of your electric whip

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Thank you Magdalena. I could really feel the suspense in your piece, a feeling reminiscent of the tension in the air during a thunderstorm.

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THE STORM

It is raining so hard

I cannot see

What is outside

On that tree

Only that it is banging

To the sky above

When it is raining

There is no love


It started raining

When you left

I ran after you

But only got wet

Brought the cat in

I so regret

What we said

We cannot take it back

There is a crackle and a boom

Thunder and lightning

Here little kitty

Do not be frightened


When you came into my life

The sun did shine

Now that you are gone

It will rain for some time

Refused to be depressed

We need some rain

For the spring flowers

Which will bloom again.

Impact Of The Storm

Silently sitting in darkness with poise
Despite the increasing avalanche of noise
Crashing down upon me burying me with sound
Winds on steroids uprooting trees from the ground
Lightning slices through like samurai swords
I begin humming hymns and giving praise to the Lord
Asking for mercy from the backlash of His wrath
In the morning the sun will reveal the aftermath
Of an extended night of chaos and catastrophe
Just lining the streets with casualty
Thunder claps applauding the mess that's made
Kept me up all night with a frightening parade
Of flashing lights and heavy rain
Sounds of percussion against my windowpane
Constant consistent tapping driving me insane
Creating a rhythm that echoes in my brain
While staring at such phenomenal imagery
Mother nature's masterpiece of another haunting memory

Home Boi, I enjoyed the way your piece gave words to the awesome destructive power of a storm and Kitty your piece gave off this freeze frame sensation that really gave something to the poem.

Caught in the Fury

A late summer evening working out in the fields, so much to do
Focused on what was in front, what was below, not looking behind or above

Green-gray clouds sneak in silently from the west, diabolical
My first hint of danger, a sharp pressure change, causes throbbing

Winds lift, then blow, scattering mowed grass everywhere
Cold air, twenty degree drop, chills my sweaty body

Large droplets of rain pelt one by one, then torrent downpour
Dirt and sweat fill my eyes, frightening blindness, panic

No time to make it back to the house, the shed my only hope
I seek refuge running across the pasture, head low, trying not to be tall

Spidery lightning strikes on the ridge line, almost instant thunder
Artillery barrage surrounds me, deafening clashes, God's at war

I feel the static, or so I think, tingling on the back of my neck
Dreading the discharge, hoping not to be an unlucky "one in a million"

Finally, I reach my sanctuary, catch my breath just inside the door
Deep gasps, heart pounding, feeling small and so all alone

Steady drumming of rain on the tin roof, waterfalls spray from the gutters
White brilliance fills my sight, crooked bolt strikes a nearby tree

Falling to my knees, scrambling further into the dark shed
Suddenly I am a six year old boy again, fearing the darkness

Then, the miracle happens, total dead quiet erupts
Only my breathing and heartbeat shatter the silence

Getting up, I look out again, the sky is clear, the sun reappears
Rare double rainbow on the horizon, God has made His point

Le Colonel, I thoroughly enjoyed your 'sensory' imagery and the perspective of the man from the fields. Nice story book finish.

Bonfire .  

       
The end of twenty–eleven          
was upon us.          
Craig and I          
sat in the bush,          
on the farm          
we had a truck-load          
of wood,          
he'd been collecting          
all year.          
         
Craig,          
lit our fire            
it started to burn.          
We added logs          
with each new log -          
bigger          
stronger          
hotter          
amber          
flames-grew-and-glowed.          
their movement, rapid.          
         
I was only into my          
second whisky.          
Staring into          
the blue-flame-haze          
massaged my mind          
into a trance-like-state.          
         
I wondered…          
if a fire gets hot enough          
to liquefy the sand          
beneath it?          
         
I wondered…          
if Jessica          
will start talking          
in the next month          
or two?          
         
The tenth hour arrived,          
clouds gathered quickly          
thunder-roared-loudly.          
The-Highveld-static          
developed into          
a pyrotechnical          
electric-storm.          
         
I was in awe          
of what the universe          
sends with rain.          
         
We sat staring          
at lightning          
at fire          
at our dreams          
at our realities          
at our          
vivid-imaginations.          
         
We discussed possible          
plumbing systems          
above the clouds          
it would need          
24 inch galvanized pipe          
32 inch shower roses          
and electric ball valves.          
         
The storm stopped.          
         
We were soaked          
our fire was          
almost redundant          
but we had          
savoured every minute.          
         
Predictably,          
the skies          
lit up with          
cheap-Chinese-fire-crackers          
that BANG.          
         
The human race          
was attempting to compete          
with their own          
Gods.          
         
Need I tell you, who won?          
         
Or do you have the image          
of the first          
twenty-twelve          
thunderstorm          
at twelve-twenty,          
in the morning          
nestled in the forefront          
of your mind?        
       
       
       
-x-      
       
       
Authors Note:      
Reference to "Highveld" is a part of South Africa, where the farm is. The area is renowned for it's spectacular lightning & thunder storms.  

Ali, marvelous entry, simply marvelous and I'm sure if god needed plumbers you guys would be the first on his list.

Thank you very much Duncan.

Well done Alip and Lecolonel.