Weather commands to stay inside today.
A black cloud threatens demons and fire.
Dark silhouettes move in an eerie glow.
Uncertain messages drift on a somber wind.
Trees toss their crowns like angry kings.
And in it all the poet ciphers out the riddle.
The thunder is from the cannons of war.
The cloud is the smoke of Armageddon.
Trees shed tears from many broken lives.
The poet wonders; was there ever love?
When the garden was lost, did a curse fall
like hailstones in the gloom of the tempest?
When the air grows still again, the calm
is the prelude to the coming destruction.
Storm sirens peal a warning and an omen.
This is a very skillful piece of writing. The threat of imminent war and the preceding ominous signs are so wonderfully captured through dark and eerie imagery. And the graphic complements the poem so well. As a reader i'm overwhelmed by the impact of the poem.10 perfectly.
I so appreciate your comment. I worked on this piece quite a bit, revising it several times. Glad to know it achieves its intent. I wish it was not necessary to write about this topic.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A bastion of feelings proper for a sensitive and worrying soul of our days.Kudos Barry.
Thank you. Maybe the bastion will protect me. I hope so.