Igwe Kalu

Ix. Precipitation-Tragedy

Blinds of the sky drawn, no light peers to drown
The heavy snores of the waters on their bed;
Rolling and storming - nightmare rocks the bed.
Trickling waters to the edge, pelting fall.

Poem Submitted: Saturday, June 30, 2007
Poem Edited: Tuesday, June 19, 2012

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Comments about Ix. Precipitation-Tragedy by Igwe Kalu

  • Janice Windle (1/24/2008 12:11:00 PM)

    I've read this several times now and I'm hearing what it's about, I think. I't's a very aural poem - I hear the sounds of the 'snoring' waters and the 'trickling' and 'pelting' as the waves fall back into the sea from the rocks. You follow through a metaphor (the bed, restless sleepng) very well. I'm not sure what the tragedy is, though I can perhaps make a guess. As usual, you use words like musical notes, very effectively.

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  • Konjit Berhane (8/13/2007 1:12:00 PM)

    Beautiful poem...

    one of ur best that i have read till now

    koni

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  • Gold Flower (7/1/2007 3:42:00 PM)

    Wonderful poem! Amazing!

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