Richard Pickett Poet Villanelle

Little Boy

The atmosphere which held the mushroom cloud,
on a stoic August morn
devastatingly lethal to a people proud,

Cries of anguish drowned out by a noise so loud,
forms forever etched in concrete as
The atmosphere which held the mushroom cloud,

A grizzly tactic, that was meant to astound,
setting events in motion
devastatingly lethal to a people proud,

Vaporized, in a mere second, no sight, no sound,
as it detonated 1900 feet above the city proper in
The atmosphere which held the mushroom cloud,

Molten glass replaces earthen ground,
as the heat more intense than the Rising Sun
devastatingly lethal to a people proud,

A city, left in a destructive smoldering mound,
one hundred forty thousand, perished from
The atmosphere which held the mushroom cloud,
Devastatingly lethal to a People Proud.

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L'Nass Shango December 29, 2009 at 3:20 PM I cannot celebrate war or death ... and this poem tells the evil of it so well that I must celebrate this.

Robert A. Dufresne December 27, 2009 at 1:50 PM The title faked me out on this one,Taz. Not what I was expecting, Which makes it all the more shocking. Well reported as far as words can desribe or bring back to society"s conciousness this horrific act Which set more events in motion than anyone could ever imagine and it continues... in this villanelle.This was probably the best form for this write, eh? Never tried this one either. Great job. _Bob

Sara Kendrick December 27, 2009 at 12:19 PM Sad write in this one. I hope that it never happens again for there has to be better ways of handling disagreements. Keep the creative pen flowing. Thanks for stopping by and commenting on my work. Sara