Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu Poet Dramatic Verse

The Howling Tempest

From afar a mist like  
Folded hand encircles 
The naked atmosphere
Like a drop of oil in water
Spreads,like cancer 
Hides in oblivion and
Manifests unannounced
Wrecking havocs 
To seeds of mother earth,
Like blanket bath
Covers the fleeing legs.
Like blazing furnace 
Scorched the souls.
Like a game ace,
Invincible it remains.
With bleary-eyes
We look to it's swift
destructions-
With horror blazoned 
Across the horizon.
Only in due course,
Can the seasoned
Sun rise from the horizon.
Surely nothing can lift
This nature's curse.

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Sara Kendrick December 1, 2013 at 5:58 AM I am not sure of your intent of this work but it seems that you are speaking of what is going to take place upon this earth after God calls his church home..It is going to be a horrible time with things happening in nature that we can't imagine..There will be plagues like the ones that happened Egypt when Pharoh would not let the Israelites go..Enjoyed reading your work..I noticed that you dropped by.Sara

Connie Marcum Wong October 2, 2013 at 9:24 PM I am assuming you are speaking of Sol's power of destruction? You have some wonderful visuals here. Thank you very much for the congrats on my win. Mahalo

Poet Destroyer A October 2, 2013 at 7:38 PM I Bob, this one is nice taking it appetite. thank you for the praising comment on my latest poem... always~ Linda

Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu October 2, 2013 at 4:54 PM Thanks for your words of encouragement,I am truely humbled.

Just That Archaic Poet October 2, 2013 at 7:07 AM Interesting and thought-provoking write; thanks for sharing :)