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Beautiful Violence

by Adrian Calhoun

As billowing clouds form the sky,
shades of grey, turn to black.
In the air, echoes of thunder rumble.
I am momentarily frozen,
as the lightning ignites the sky!

Soon the rain, as hammers upon the roof,
accompanied by the tormenting hail.

I stand in awe!
Stunned by the beauty,
of such a violent display.

The fierce wind blows,
the damage being done.
As I witness this show,
a chill runs through me at the thought of
the raw AWESOME power!

Tis only a woman which could create
such a beautiful thing,
out of rage, anger, and violence.

For this, is why we call it;

Mother Nature.


Author's Note: repost of an old before the crash poem

Posted on 03/14/2003
Copyright © 2024 Adrian Calhoun

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Cathlyn Cartier on 03/15/03 at 06:36 PM

I was so excited to see this title re-posted. The title instantly conjured up the visions of the fiercity of the storm described. The words and vision had stayed with me all this time. Wonderful!

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 03/17/03 at 12:42 AM

Quite a twist at the end! Caught me by surprise. Very expressive description of the paradox of some storms!

Posted by Mary Ellen Smith on 03/17/03 at 07:35 AM

tee hee...yes the poem is vivid and descriptive and so clever at the end...me thinks you know of what you speak! Good one!

Posted by Rhodora M Fitzgerald on 03/18/03 at 09:39 PM

Oooh, I love a good thunderstorm! Thanks for capturing that in a poem. :o)

Posted by Michelle Calhoun on 04/05/03 at 09:59 PM

Your love of a good storm really shines though in this wonderful piece. MDC

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