When a strong and fresh wind gethers
Leaden clouds like uncountable herds,
A hazel tree closes its eyes in tremors
Wrapping itself in a foggy cloak, birds
Listen to the distant rumbles of thunder
Heralding the beginning of downpours.
In such a way the direfull nature wonder
Warns the surroundings with loud roars.
Can losers hide in an unmown meadow
To avoid electric arcs during a flood?
They treat lightning like it's 'much ado...'
But the creator throws clowns with a thud
On their backs into impassable mud.
This is inescapable power of the element
From the wide open heavenly abyss.
Thank God, the inconvinience is transient,
And after it victims give a sigh of bliss.
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Author:
Natalie Gladmir (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Nature is a cruel healer of human arrogance.
- Category: Nature
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Comments2
This is okay.The rhyme is forced in some places but I like the cadence.It is well structured a has a theme.Nature being a Mother has to be cruel to be kind,
It is possible that the rhyme is strained, but I myself was stretched like a string when I wrote the poem. I'm kidding.
Brilliant. I love the flow and theme.
Thanks a lot. I am close to nature.
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