The Tempest's Strike

Tristan Robert Lange


Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
Life is full of seasons. This is a season of transition for me, where I will be moving with my family to a new location. As such, with much logistics to consider, I am doing my best to keep up. Please know if I accidentally don't respond, it is not because I am ghosting or becoming distant. Once things settle after the move, I am sure life will return to some normalcy. In the meantime, and always:

Read 👓, Write ✍️, Rise 🌅, Realize 🤯.

Tristan 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛
The storm is brewing,
Rolling in on the sun.
Birds soar high
In the ominous sky,
The air thick
With dark forebodings.
 
Rancor streams briskly
In the acrid wind,
The stench of cruel spite
Lingers on in perpetuity
Within abyssal mouths
Salivating with pride.
 
Then the hot flash,
The strobing lightning
Strikes with precision.
Hitting the innocent
With searing electrocution—
Pain causes the writhing.
 
Hesitation dictates
The imminent response.
The storm rips through
The village of acrimony
With disastrous disdain.
It will have its way.
 
The storm rolls through...
This day.
 
2024 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
  • Author: Tristan Robert Lange (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 5th, 2024 07:29
  • Category: Nature
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  • sorenbarrett

    Descriptive and vivid in imagery. These images accompany the emotions of the poem and foretell the ending. Very powerful.

    • Tristan Robert Lange

      Thank you for reading and for your feedback! Much appreciated!

    • orchidee

      Ahh, a poem about a bad hair day! lol.

    • Doggerel Dave

      I felt the surface atmospherics forcefully. In fact such was the painful intensity, that I really had no wish to investigate the underlying emotional plane below.
      A very strong write.



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