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Beautiful Violence
by Adrian CalhounAs 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.
04/23/2000 Author's Note: repost of an old before the crash poem
Posted on 03/14/2003
Copyright © 2025 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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