by Chip Bergeron
Wednesday, May 02, 2012
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Lots of news recently about extreme weather uin the midwest and south. This poem was prompted by a picture i saw.
Darkening the sky
An eerie hush
For a moment
Full of destruction
The wind roars
It is here,
Chilling the blood,
Spares no one
May 1, 2-012
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|Reviewed by Richard King
|Chip, I guess I missed this one when it posted. Much enjoyed it, though I may be reading more into it than was intended...
Since we've both lost our spouse, I'm stuck on the phrase ".. Death’s finger - Spares no one"
I'm not reading anything about the weather into this, but something more along the lines of seeking shelter from the dreadful pain of losing a loved one. I guess that's one of the benefits of well written poetry, everyone doesn't get the same message from it. Thats a good thing.....
Definite thumbs up on this one.... Dick
|Reviewed by Tom Hyland
|CHIP ... DON'T MESS WITH MOTHER NATURE ...|
|Reviewed by Patrick Granfors
|Scary place to be, in that path. We had a close call in our Missouri residence a couple of years back. Our neighbor lost part of his roof, we lost a window. Not bad considering. Patrick|