Pilbara cyclone
Wind growls Rain
Clouds frown Trees bending
The Eye looks up looks down
A silent Reprieve
A Roof peels open
An Iron lightpole twists
Curling Down to kiss the ground
Walls lean buffeted by buffeting wind
Corrugated sheets of Iron tumble as they fly
sideways Even higher to almost meet the Sky
Cyclone meandering stalking
Eyespying finding prey
devouring fruits
It makes a path along the Coast
Not venturing inland where
it should weaken
Deflating
pressure rising
Conversely soothing
then dying
breathless
beating no more
Heart less
Reduced to silent rain
Canvassing spinifex
Blanketing horizons
Nothing
No
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Author:
Pearcemelville 卯升 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 10th, 2022 00:19
- Category: Nature
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Comments2
yep they come with fury then just but a dream, good job poet 👌
thank you, used to live there
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