Sandra Glassman

(Oceanside, NY, USA)

The Twists Of Nature

Poem by Sandra Glassman

Fever pitched choreography, ballet
Swirling tango, twisted gray spiral coming closer
Bass throated roar, barely audible
A vision, both magnificent, and ferocious
The brain can hardly comprehend
A millisecond in reality
Time stands immobile, as nature
Unleashes its wrath upon the unsuspecting
Property, called home destroyed like
Pick up sticks, Trees uprooted, Boats, Trucks
And automobiles tossed about like a salad
Drama unfolding - Baited breath
No prophet can predict, the next occurrence
Man can later rebuild from this fury
Human life thrust to their endurance limit
We must have forgiveness, although never forget
Only a higher being knows the reason

Comments about The Twists Of Nature by Sandra Glassman

There is no comment submitted by members..

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Read poems about / on: nature, home, time, life, tree

Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003

[Report Error]