by Dallas D'Angelo-Gary
Friday, November 13, 2009
Rated "G" by the Author.
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It came from the west,
dark and menacing, building
turbulence as it engulfed the hills.
Blacker and blacker became
its face, and movement ceased.
'Twas deathly still, and
I stared, transfixed, into
its deadly maw.
Suddenly, it spat limbs and
debris, scattering frightened animals,
its eyes flashing, threat rumbling,
echoing from the trees, which
it had bent toward me.
I was surrounded by howling
banshees, and clashing symbols as
hail the size of golf balls
pummeled the house.
Loose boards lifted, slammed,
lifted, slammed again, as
echelons of rain marched
across the yard, heaving mud, and
calling unto their brethren to
rise up from the river and
overwhelm the barriers
created by puny men, and
tear down the ramparts.
Then the devil spawned in
that great maw, big and black, and
grinding the land, and
yanked houses from their mooring,
tossed them into the air like
some great crap-shoot
of the gods. And I cowered
in my cover, a shaking leaf,
clinging to the tree of life by
a tender stem, and praying.
Then it was gone, stomping
off to the East, with winds abating and
silence descending, except for
the heavy drip of sodden trees and
weeping of the stricken as they
picked their possessions
from precariously piled rubble.
Thunder receded in the distance,
a subtle good-bye, and
perhaps a veiled threat
to return another day.
Dallas D'Angelo-Gary 09
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|Reviewed by L. Figgins
|Nothing more frightening. We're helpless in it's grasp. You've captured the power and unpredictability of the 'monster' admirably, Dallas. The imagery rocks! Blessings...Lin|
|Reviewed by Edwin Hurdle
|This is a great poem,very well written.take care|
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|A tornado well described.
|Reviewed by J'nia Fowler
|My Back Yard? Well penned. J'nia|
|Reviewed by D Johnson
|Nice write, Dallas, it reminds me of an average winter day on the Oregon Coast.
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
|I love it when a poet gets so heavily involved with one of their poems. You did that here and it was apparent in each and every line that this Demon Storm affected you tremendously. The apprehension as you watched the darkness approach and then the awe and fright as you withstood its assault. You can't fake that.|
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
|I know that storm, Dallas, meet him every Spring. WOW this is vividly imaged, brings the furies within the comfort of my living room! All I can say: wish I'd written this. A ripper, for sure: well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|This is a StormSpinner kind of write, Dallas! Excellent write; well done!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :)
|Reviewed by jude forese
|a windy villian that destroys the natural landscape and the possessions of man is a powerfully portrayed in this poem ...|
|Reviewed by Peter Schlosser (Reader)
|I believe that may just be the most vivid and well-described picture of the frightening moments caught up in a tornado I've ever read. Of course, you'll have to run that by the storm sisters down in Texas for official confirmation, as I'm more of an earthquake guy myself. This is a great one. Feel like I'm right there in the storm. Well done!|
|Reviewed by Eugene Williams
|a wirlwind of a write damn good in all it reveals..|
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|A powerful personification of a mean-spirited storm, Dallas. Well done. Love and peace to you,