Stormy Staccato, by the Headwinds.

dVerse ~ Poets Pub  Form For All – Beth Winter hosts  Staccato Form.   17th Nov. Thursday.

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Warm winds blow up fast, northward direction,

seeking to show a needed correction.

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They know!  They know! Fast winds a blow;

headwinds amassed, know where to go.

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Cold air a-grates ‘gainst that coming below,

they know, these headwinds, the path that they go.

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From June through November, all eyes alert,

the storm seeks the bulwarks of man to hurt.

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The eyes! The eyes! Centered en masse,

moving up northward huge bodies so vast.

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And land, be it coastline, sits in the sights;

the eyes of the storm in seeking delights.

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Convection correction, this its domain;

destructive connection, a hurricane.

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All gone! All gone!  All, is all gone.

All being left is the lachrymose song.

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The storm dissipates after it razes,

all gone, the vestige violence amazes.

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Copyright © 2011 Marvin Loyd Welborn. All Rights Reserved.

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Comments

  1. Great Job Tink. Love the language you put in here as well. Truncated words are great, ‘gainst was a great touch in that respect. Also love the en masse, lachrymose and razes. Wonderful language in staccato form. I enjoyed the piece, great job with the form, thanks.

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  2. (It’s not really a good form for me, but you show that how effective it can be.) K. (Didn’t actually mean that rhyme.) K.

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  3. You perfectly executed the poem, the alliteration was quick and rapid giving it a kind of military staccato sound, where nature poses as the enemy and breaks all in its path. Made me think of how much weather has damaged in the last two or three years. It seems every week we have heartbreaking headlines. Really well done. Thank you.

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  4. You got the form down so well! I found it such a struggle, but you managed to catch the wind and ride it to a brilliant ending. Beautifully done.

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  5. You are writing about my weather! I can’t believe we still have power with winds like these. Heaven is right, the pace picked up with the use of repetition, just like these crazy winds.

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