Alliteral Storm Poem by David Welch

Alliteral Storm



Turgid tempest traipses slowly,
heavy thunder, hammers holy,
livid lightning lights the lowly.

Storm surges, striking sand-bar,
winds wailing, whipping wife's car,
rain races to rills and rock scars.

Power pulses, promising pain,
branches break-off, block the brave,
dumb to drive on dreadful days.

Tuesday, May 7, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: alliteration,descriptive,imagery,light,light poetry,nature,storm,weather
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