Tornado
April 23, 2011 2 Comments
Tornado
I stand at the edge of suddenness,
Hair on high alert:
Brazen edged clouds huddle
Agonizing over the fixated land,
Until, as one, they dispatch
A turbo-quill,
Scrawling graffiti onto
Parchment earth’s thicket.
Abruptly, the signing ends
Dissipating into
Further thought and
Exhalation.
Annotation fully noted,
The air is shocked by the news.
© Sally Paradise, 2011, All Rights Reserved
very nice poem i enjoyed it like the photos on your blog too
Excellent post thanks for sharing. I enjoy reading and writing poetry very much. It’s very relaxing. Thanks again.
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