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Brumbies who feel the storm

Gossamer circles hang on limb

broken only by the gust of wind

stirred from skies and plunges deep

skies of black and restless sleep

Brumbies stir and gallop up hills

steep their climb strong of will

light from stars bathe the ground

grass is black for miles around

Lightning breaks the darkness still

zig zagged lights across the hill

thunder rumbles high in these skies

brumbies pack warning danger is nigh

Leader heads them up the hills

others follow at their will

strong of legs they carry on

out of the darkness from the storm

Strength of legs and hooves on earth

in this land that gave them birth

frightened with ears back they forge

over rocks and over gorge

Elements faced in open land

together they run no time to stand

thunder roars its frightening noise

brumbies tense calmness destroyed

Shelter as the lighting cracks

rain falls they group in their plight

herd of brumbies with stallion black

black as this night as they take flight

Storm it passes and all is still

brumbies rest shake off the chill

regroup they stand with nostrils flared

none of them harmed each one was spared

Reposted from ramblingsfromamum


Shakespearean Sonnet

Can storms that whirl and cranes that hang above
the street unfurl a city’s rhythmic beat?
Do winds that swirl fit coastlines like a glove?
Snow fell on West Virginia, heavy sleet

that stopped this state. Now covered in a white
iced blanket, people shiver in their homes.
A superstorm did damage, spread its blight
across a thousand miles. The metronomes

ticked terror, closed down Wall Street, bridges, schools.
The New York City Transit System ground
to a halt, Grand Central Station full of ghouls.
Streets flowed with churning water all around.

And even though the monster, Sandy, spilled,
the people keep repeating, We’ll rebuild.


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Palindrome

Branches waving,
tossing leaves
and twigs
storm
twigs from
leaves, tossing
waving branches

Would someone give me some advice on how to write these? I am challenged by them, and seem to need a lot of -ing words. I think there are other ways. If you could suggest something, I would be grateful. Thanks.


Note to Self- Writing Prompt

Dear me at the age of 30-

I hope you survived this long

despite of the ravaging storm,

if you are still going through

the same situation as me

try hard to get rid of it

because there is more to life

but this numbness

you must have embraced so

comfortably by now,

if you have got rid of it

never forget your experience

embrace your new life

and take those steps

you have earlier been 

too afraid to take.

whether you are still dealing

with it or not,

try and help others-

listen to them, let them speak,

never be judgemental

for I know how it feels

and you too, I know.

Sincerely, the being that is you

at a younger age of 17.


Somewhere

Somewhere in the world today – it is warm,

enough to need no coat or hat or boots.

Somewhere in the world – it is not raining

and somewhere in the world there is no storm.

Somewhere in the world – a plant makes new roots

and stretches – each day new height it’s gaining.

Somewhere in the world – hungry children crying

and somewhere else a fat man is complaining.

Somewhere in the world a wind is blowing

enough to bleed the precious crops away

Somewhere in the world a flood is flowing

and underneath the mud the crops are lying.

We all stretch out our hands for something more

But nowhere in the world is Shangri La.

 

 


Fishermen’s Song

Gnarling fury,
Menacing wrath!

From Poseidon’s clutches
Deliver thy torn sail!

Warping whirlpool,
Growling gale!

Hear thy cry,
Wailing screams
Echoing – ing.

Winter’s splash
Strikes cold.

We
Await
The
Coming
Of
The
Peace

like it? I appreciate demand constructive criticism! >:)


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Last Night’s Storm

The violent storm blew south of us last night
but earth was shrouded in a dreadful dark.
Late afternoon should still have been quite light.
As ocean waves deliver up a shark,

the danger sirens rang. Tornadoes whirled,
wrapped tight in rain. Wild winds of 70
to 80 miles per hour grabbed hold and curled
tree branches into mangled scraps, debris.

This morning, all has cooled. Sunshine abounds
as if no damage has occurred. The storm
passed through and made its mark upon our grounds.
Today a lowering of “hot” to “warm.”

Tornadoes were near us.

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