The tempestuous clouds
Speak to me.
As I gaze hard at those clouds,
I see an uprising,
Of silent admonition,
At the world below.
Nothing will calm a thunderous cloud,
One that is filled with anger,
They move slowly in the sky,
Making it seem like it is on fire.
Livid in Red,
Lined with black,
The blue sky is hidden,
Riddled with loathing,
Thunder rolls threaten in those clouds.
Words forsaken,
Make a promise flimsy,
Dethroning belief in the spoken.
Not many see the harshness,
Of a silenced sky,
As it awakens its wrath,
Just like words thrown about,
without a care,
The clouds open up,
To thunderstorm,
That will ravage,
and demean,
a callous seer.
beware of hidden anger.
-shobana-
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Carefully crafted ada very lyrical piece Shobana, which was a pleasure to tread...
ReplyDeleteMy only one suggestion would be to perhaps move the 'ing' on to loath and leave the other line as: "Thunder rolls threat in those clouds" See what you think... Regards Scott
Sorry for typos above, but sure you get my drift - it is evening here now and I'm a bit below par with a touch of the flu donated to me by my young and still adorable grandchildren!
ReplyDeleteHi Scott,
ReplyDeleteAww, am sure the grandchildren are adorable!! Too bad about the cold though.
It is wonderful to read your comment, and I did make the change.
Have a lovely Christmas, and hope you get better soon! - shobana