Kurt Hearth

Rookie - 0 Points (11/15/37 / New Jersey)

Wrath - Poem by Kurt Hearth

Day, night, distinction obscured.
By flashes of Nature’s wrath, illuminated.
Naught but nimbus rack, agitated blackness.
All, including immortal Gods, seek shelter.

Is this illustration of elements?
Voicing contempt at ignorant disrespect,
of the sea’s, invincible might?
Indiscriminately, does the deep wreck havoc?

With mounting animosity, the sea seethes.
Displaying disregard, emits unbridled fury.
Demonstrating visibly, obvious fact.
Defense none, shall triumph o’er her ire.

To the sea’s might, the ship, minuscule speck.
Makes tedious way toward the nearest haven.
From angry tempest’s clutches, escape she attempts.
Escape, to the calm of safe harbor.

Visible stern reprisal, fuming sea dispatches.
Intimidated, a wise retreat, the crew mounts.
To the however brief shelter,
the pitching, rolling, craft provides.

Their craft’s Master, himself at the helm.
Coaxes forth all the power,
the straining engines can produce.
To maintain way, evading, devastation obvious.

Topping swell’s alpine crest, this ship,
hesitating but an instant’s span, to see.
A light fleeting, glimmers bright.
Could safe haven, be not far?

Wrestling mightily with the helm.
“Yes! I see the sign! ” he barked,
To only the spirits, inhabiting darkened bridge.
The Skipper’s voice apparent.

With visible, manifest of compassion.
The sea relents, wavers in its frenzy.
Seizing the opportunity presented.
Toward breach in white surf, the craft races.

From raging sea, and Death’s door,
to the calm of secure haven.
Escape, from tempest to solace.
Storm weary vessel makes her break.

09Mar09


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, February 13, 2010



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