Impact Tracked Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

The century snailed onwards in its slime,
or so it seemed to those who actions mime
as if they were the puppet masters, - yet
stay strung dolls dangling on the jess of Time.

The pendulum of history now swings
to, fro, with speed, more humble posture wrings
from those who ‘take the current when it serves’ -
for Change is in the air, waits in the wings.

So as we witness Nature’s thunder hurled.
Pandora’s box unlocks tornadoes curled, -
an angry retribution will reward
Mankind for the abuses of our world...

Out of thin air there sudden springs alive
a windy wink turned category five,
son of sun, air, and warmer water which
blows minds away, - no sense to stay or strive

as hurry can mock man whose need to thrive
accelerates his hive to overdrive.
What poverty’s undrowned, its ugly head
soon rears in tears, - on prime time captured live

So whether it be cyclone’s swirling eye
or weather spun within a skirling sky
or band on year band foaming on Time’s sands,
Life’s tides turn flash floods swiftly whirling by.

Thus inches fall with mercury’s decline,
this fall’s reflected by the inches brine
or fresh, which lash land, sea, surgre up from shore, -
when impact’s tracked they add up to much more.

As temperatures climb we see a fall
in millibars and mercury as all
which once seem cloudless takes a darker cast
forecast to darken further as the squall

extends from one blind eye one hundred miles
or more to east and west while galeforce guiles
play games as Nature with torrential rains
wreaks havoc turning orphans to exiles.


23 September 2005