Goodness Lanre Poet Verse

Natural Disaster

The fierce tidal wave
Roaring raw
Sweeping as it goes.

The outburst of ruin
Deadly heat
Welcomed by thunder.

Fire and brimstone rain
Unquenched burns
Natural killing.

Natural they are...
Disaster  
May God save our souls.


VERSE FORM - LUNE

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Debbie Guzzi June 11, 2013 at 7:03 PM I liked the flow of the imagery. The capitalization and the periods bothered me, they are what the kids would call 'old school' and the stanzas are not complete thoughts which is fine but then there is no need for a period. Congrad's on your win, Light & Love