Matthew Harris Poet Dramatic Verse

Beauty of Meteorological Wrathful Phenomena

As an armchair admirer
     of nature's fury viewed,
     safely and soundly ensconced
     within solid brick
poetic walls maneuvering
     the electronic pointer
     with a mouse click
accessing real time

     while Hurricane Michael
     rendered innocuous
     in three dimensional
     color enhanced electronic
data communicated, sans
     packets intently scrutinized
     by scientists tracking most
     up to date images

     transmitted upon flick
ring trajectory yearly
     "storm of the century"
on expansive, expensive,
     and cataclysmic, dynamic
     explosive renderings aye
figuratively bow down,
     with humility espy

ying (courtesy of
     revolutionary remotely guy
did sophisticated
     unmanned drones) high
lee effective tracking systems
     accurately pinpointing
     like an arrow
enroute to target, the near crow

wing future path
     said natural maelstrom
     predicted to follow
displaying emergency hot
     (er...rather wet) spots
     i.e. emergency
     shelters people must go,
     the latest destiny as Michael

     rowed the boat ashore
    all the way ta "eyed"  hoe
vividly showing across
     large panel screens broadcast
ting thee, where furiously fast
latent powers, (albeit
     weakened in strength)
     will spend the last

cyclonic one two punch viewed
     by humbled mortals like me
to the world wide web
     spellbound by massed
harried churning atmosphere,
     extent of damage
     assessed once hurricane passed.

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