Awesome.
Portentous is storm.
Thick and heavy this afternoon air
projects an impending doom everywhere.
Frightening is lightning.
Leaving a film on withering green
it alters the sheen of pooled dew in each leaf.
Numbing is thunder
Wide but blueless the sky-scape here
warily waits as pregnant with wet, gale threatens.
Awful is louring mauve.
Suddenly rumbling sounds, decibel-loud
and clashing drowns voices of scurrying crowd.
I see a large tree shaking prior to
the strike,
speedy
zig-zag
as its line
decapitates,
slashing at
old spalted
oaken core,
strips it bare,
groaning the
trunk heaves,
smoking oak
sighs as skin
splits and
bark rips while
trembling leaves
slide into heated
inferno of gorging fire
hits the floor and roots weep
as tree shudders once and it dies.
Awesome is white- forked lightning.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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Comments9
awesome indeed in both word & form
no doubt about it .. that's a POETREE 🙂
Smiling as I read the new name you invented mon ami for my prose- piece - a Poetree is just what I hoped readers would see. Very pleased you liked the form - spent too much time making it look right but turned out a fairly good shape - - - thanking you muchly as always...........x
Brilliant!
your words sparkled into life
with undefeatable zest, form to line
testifying
to that majestic quality of Nature's power!
a great read, dear Fay
and aesthetically so enthralling, great use
of poetry's tools
to reinforce your worded imagery
insuring you engage your readers, even more
Dear L.B. - -- How truly kind your comment on Awesome - and so thrilled you liked the form. Thank you for dropping by and for all your generous support.
Awesome read, Fay.
The shape was well played.
Ah - - thanks Jerry - -- that was my intention to try for a shape resembling the tree doomed to be taken down by lightning.
Awesome is an understatement Fay.
Thanks for your kind in-put A.P. - -- the thought of a beautiful tree hit by lightning seemed enough for a go at shape-shifting lines as tribute to nature's awesomeness.
Such poetic fruit from your storm tree. Dare i shelter neath such a majestic stalwart, no indeed not under skies darkened with your verse. I'd seek a more welcoming spot hoping for a cuppa.
Great imagery and cleverly, nay pleasingly, presented.
And a stormful of thank yous for even attempting to shelter 'neath branches attacked by such hellish forces dear Dusk. - -- sending you a special cuppa laced with genuine appreciation for your generous comment on Awesome.
An unexpected imagery, but your composition though did strike me with an intensity of a lightening bolt.
Decades ago, I wrote on the subject of how humans may have discovered ’fire’, and concluded on the same analogy.
Great that the read of Awesome struck similar chords in your memory Suresh -- the force of fire in lightning must be tragic for trees or anything living that receive its tremendous power.
Personally I always come alive in a thunderstorm. Nothing but empowering feelings. Great poem Fay
R.I.P. old oak –You went down in a blaze of glory memorialized in beautiful effortless (‘doubt that – Ed) verse which ensures your immortality.
Great stuff, Fay.
Wonderful, striking words Fay, but I can see the tree is still there.
Andy
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