The Storm Poem by Barry Middleton

The Storm

Rating: 5.0


Wind destroyed the apple trees
and taught me nothing can stay,
taught me hearts must break.

The landscape was altered forever.
I can no longer find my way.
Those I knew are dead.

We can't go home again.
Tornadoes and wars come and go.
Riots tear the heartland.

My creek still flows from the hill,
and makes its proper turn.
But at the river waits a new soul.

Lightning fires the western sky.
The trees are all different.
Everything is different.

The Storm
Sunday, October 9, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: change,life,storm
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Nosheen Irfan 12 October 2016

How beautifully you have rendered change. That's how life is. Nothing stays. Everything becomes a memory. Beautiful n poignant. A huge 10

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Barry Middleton 12 October 2016

Thak you Nosheen. I like this one too....at the river waits a new soul.

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