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Glowering
Quiet sunshine, calm and
Baloney converges on
This scene.
A brittle brightness divides
The leaves, laser white and
Abyss green.
The still, peaceful flutter of the
Branches irritate me. This is
All wrong.
Gnashed teeth and a curled lip
Attend to my furious summons of
The Storm.
A gritted whisper, swells to a snarl.
Whip up the dirt, the leaves,
Make them dance!
Scatter the folk, the little lives!
See them scurry home and hide,
In vain.
Hear my cry, send your worst!
I want squalid clouds to gather
And piss.
Send the hammer smash of
Filthy rain! Electric white fingers
Jab the reach.
Strip the roofs, flick open
The gates. Hinges and tiles
Shriek, too late.
Trees bow down, plead
For mercy. Flay and
Char!
Wrath drops drench and
Fury heaves. My triumph
Is complete.
Published 3rd Nov 2012
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3rd Nov 2012 10:45am
From the mouth of the raging storm. Great write and imagery Atakti. I'm in awe of the power of nature, the most powerful force I have ever witnessed, I also find it breathtaking. :)
3rd Nov 2012 6:30pm
3rd Nov 2012 7:01pm
I love the style you have written in, the imagery depicts the hurricane that is currently throwing its fit. Wonderful :)
3rd Nov 2012 7:23pm
Thank you, Scribbler. It felt good while I wrote it. I was irritated by the sunshine at the time, cuz my mood was black.
4th Nov 2012 4:51am
Very good. I enjoyed the build up and feeling of a sort of pleasurable or satifying wrath.
4th Nov 2012 8:59am
Anonymous
15th Dec 2012 4:59pm
Suits this day perfectly, a giant storm is rolling over the west coast here...
I like the chopped up sentences, the frantic feel
I like the chopped up sentences, the frantic feel
15th Dec 2012 5:13pm
