Open Poetry #25 |
Storm Warning |
Kethry Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-29
Posts 9082Victoria Australia |
Yesterday we had fifteen minutes of hailstorm it was a reminder to me me that our battered land may be even more ravaged by the threat of war, as if drought and hailstones were not enough. Hence this poem. I am a mage of thunder heralding, this ancient war, no going round or under to do what has been done before. no hand of hope, to guide me I ride the storm in foreign lands; the storm, unleashed, is set free, for I am called to make demands and bring about a warning, for all the world to look and see. See, the hailstones forming a symbol of what is to be Hear the distant rumble, as all are called to go to war and feel the earth's crust crumble, as you march to where you've been before. See the lightening flashing, blazing on a foreign shore and hear the thunder crashing, as you march on, heedless, to war. The clime in diverse places echoes out the warning bold. As they, the mages of thunder, races to tell the tale of cruel war's hold Yet you don't take warning, won't heed the seas or skies the battles lines are forming that drown my portent cries. I, thunder mage am silent; the warnings all are given Yet listen to the wind's bent We meet, the other side of heaven. Here in the midst of my lonely abyss, a single joy I find...your presence in my mind. Unknown [This message has been edited by Kethry (03-01-2003 05:29 PM).] |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Kethry An excellent write and perhaps a warning. |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Nice expression...I hope it doesn't come to war...James |
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