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The Raging Storm


                           Sleepy eyes awake to crashing sounds on window panes
                 Creeping animals scramble around bristling forests nesting for a spot
          while thousands of mad ants crusade in barren fields storing food in tiny plots
                  Along the busy high way meandering trees parted wide asphalted roads
           and thick wavering clouds peak above shrouded path waiting for it to start.
                     Countless loaded trucks speed down bending roads honking horns
                                         forewarning oblivious travelers not to take a chance 
                     In the center of town busy shoppers paraded the crowded plaza
                Ignoring beckoning dark clouds pressing upon them from pregnant skies.
                                      Laughing children swing high on Ferris wheels
                                     grown men tossed up down expanded roller coasters 
                                             screaming out of control 
                                             amused with laughter.
                                 Unforeseen the gigantic Ferris wheel halted
                               And a terrifying sound emerged from beneath
                                Stealing the happy children’s delightful laughter
                                             thick black clouds overshadows
                        the sounds get louder and confusion drenches the streets
                                        dust and debris flutter in the atmosphere
                                    A thunderous sound spits venomous vengeance  
                                                  whipping and lashing 
                                                  whistling and barking
                                                and maneuvers the busy town
                                                 it dances from city to city
                                                 Wrenching up a destined path
                                        disseminating people all over the streets
                                            But the terrified children grip tightly
                                          Kept calm and ride out the raging storm

                                                ©2013 Christine Phillips

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  1. Date: 8/20/2013 4:05:00 AM
    I like your poetry... Terry

  1. Date: 8/20/2013 3:55:00 AM
    This is good.

  1. Date: 8/15/2013 4:02:00 PM
    your poem is packed full of some very powerful images and metaphor...enjoyed the read :)

  1. Date: 8/15/2013 12:41:00 PM
    I was mezmerized by this write... Most, most interesting.

  1. Date: 8/15/2013 9:30:00 AM
    You paint a broad picture, and end it miraculously. I am not sure about the message, but it intrigues me. In your ultimate line, I think the spelling is "calm."

  1. Date: 8/14/2013 10:40:00 PM
    This reads like people caught off guard by a tornado... It even looks like a tornado? I really like your way of wording. Thank you for stopping by with your comment. :o) Thus allowing me a chance to see your writes. Very nice... I like

  1. Date: 8/14/2013 8:01:00 PM
    especially like the phrase "whistling and barking"---you have painted a clear image.. a good read

  1. Date: 8/14/2013 4:20:00 AM
    enjoyed stopping by and reading this wonderful poem of yours!! Love :))))) , Saanvi

  1. Date: 8/12/2013 9:27:00 PM
    It had a eerie feel to this poem. Nicely done on this one. love phyl

  1. Date: 8/12/2013 4:54:00 PM
    Nice dramatic change in feeling from the beginning to end. And yes, very much alive. ~Very much thanks to you for your latest comment. It was very nice and thoughtful of you.

  1. Date: 8/12/2013 2:39:00 PM
    A very intense write Christine, you take us to the roller coaster along with you, I enjoyed your verse today xxx

  1. Date: 8/12/2013 1:25:00 PM
    I felt the fear and tension mounting with each line, Christine...Wow...incredible imagery....The kids kniw how to ride out the storm...they should give us pointers.... :-D

  1. Date: 8/12/2013 10:10:00 AM
    my, this seethes with intense and barbed imagery, locking the doors right now... unbelievable!..:) huggs

  1. Date: 8/12/2013 7:53:00 AM
    Disturbing images, has an almost Stephen King feel to it.