Hericane
she came blasting thru the door as if driven.
she looked down and around and with abound.
there was no mercy she was mad as hell.
those who looked knew it well.
nothing like a woman on a war path;
everyone scatters and fast.
in her wake was destruction;
that would last and last.
please remember the next time;
no one is free from her blast.
Copyright © Judie Almer | Year Posted 2005
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment