Concrete and Cyclones

Oh, fear! The sinister finger of a tornado! Twisting, spinning, spiraling in turbulent toroidal twirls of angry winds and high pressures, few forces - natural or nay - are as destructive or as frightening or as beautiful! Yes, I am myself afraid of those weaving beasts of spinning horror, for there are few things as certain to bring unavoidable death and destruction, but I have also always been drawn so to their violent beauty and power, and their affect on atmosphere and light. There is little anyone can do to avoid their wrath if they find you, and that assured ill anger of nature is why they are so reviled ... buildings, cars, animals, trees, bits, pieces, farms, insects, trucks, people, pets, houses, things that grow, move, stand still, fixed, loose, secured - there is hardly any- thing that is outside the mix of the horror, but if you are a broad, strong, long, flat, ....,,,,~<<<((0))>>>~,,,,.... - Smooth, deep, thick, hard, layer of the finest concrete, then you are SOLID! - Submitted on November 22, 2020 To the "SHAPE UP" Poetry Contest Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor ~ 1st Place ~ in the "The Shape Of My Art" Poetry Contest, Line Gauthier, Judge & Sponsor.