SPACE
By Bee
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Look, the tempest rages.
Thunderous, the heavens threaten
endless lashes to the tender
flesh of life.
The ocean's swell throws up above great walls
to manifest its might whilst we
with little hands plaster
sand against the heaving tides.
We cry with soundless voices at the winds
to quit, but still they plunder
cliffs to tumble. Mountains rip their breasts
asunder and sinkholes open gaping throats
to swallow hope, uprooted trees
and drowned crop fields - the earth imploding -
giving up the fight.
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Comments
You have caught the
You have caught the awesomeness of such forces, and our own smallness. How we appreciate the quiet when they stop!
line 4 – you do mean 'if' not 'of', do you?
Rhiannon
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Lovely stuff, Bee. Happening
Lovely stuff, Bee. Happening outside here right now. Good luck.
Parson Thru
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Definitely captured the
Definitely captured the nature and power of the elements. Well done Bee.
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Hi Bee,
Hi Bee,
this was such a dramatic poem...it made me think of the waves crashing over the walls at sea fronts.
Your descriptions captured everything about the weather we've been having.
Well done and much enjoyed reading.
Hope you are well.
Jenny.
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Hi Bee,
Hi Bee,
Another beautifully written poem. I particularly liked "endless lashes to the tender flesh of life."
Jean
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