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Headstall's Reflections - 31. Chapter 31 Poetry Prompt 15-Free Verse- Storm Battle

Standing our ground. It's what we humans do because Mother Nature demands it of us. And how do we thank her?

Headstall’s Reflections

 

 

Chapter 31 Storm Dance

 

 

Thunder rumbles faintly in the distance

And golden sunshine starts to falter

Clouds from nowhere toy with magical beams

Like the slow flickering of an old projector

Until all efforts of her glow are strangled

And she retreats from view

Nature speaks, and emits a roar

Moving ever closer to the little farm

Brilliant flashes warn of the impending visit

Winds gust and make roof metal shriek

Splats of rain begin their tap

And frozen pellets bounce at will

Creating a deafening crescendo

In mere heartbeats, fast and furious

Inside, the house protests in stubborn defiance

Standing its ground as the gale arrives

Full of electrical energy designed to destroy

Giving everything it has to clear the landscape

Cleanse us interlopers who scar the earth

The challenge is met by buildings who refuse to budge

Timbers quivering against the mother’s onslaught

But giving not an inch in staunch refusal

Passing her test, her search for weakness

Frustrated, or maybe pleased, she backs off

The noise moves on toward new opponents

With dark clouds taking the lead

Drenching deluge peters out to scattered pearls

Lit up by the sun leaving its hiding spot in the heavens

Caressing and healing once again

The little homestead stands proud amongst the puddles

And melting ice

And Mother Nature accepts her rebuke

For now

A far away roar gives warning

She’ll be back

To remind us of her power

And of her benevolence

When will we learn to respect nature, and her infinite glory. She is what makes us strong with her challenges, and if we don't stop hurting her, she may well wipe us from this earth.
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This was a wonderful example of how we ought to appreciate Mother Nature, and give her all the help we can.
It was a sad day when the Judeo-Christian tradition of exploiting the Earth gained ascendancy over the older views of living in harmony or at least using her kindly. Monotheism took both the mystery and the respect out of our relationship with our environment, and we will eventually pay the price for that.
My only hope is that we will leave enough of the world behind us to renew itself.
My heart and spirit are in tune with the old ways rathre than the monotheistic philosophy. I may not believe in my heart that there is a god or spirit in every piece of nature, but I do believe that we are all one and can't exist independent of one another. Blame it on my German ancestry perhaps--I'm only at peace when I'm in a place removed from Man's interference. Give me my trees with their birdsong and hills with their deer...I'll trade the city for that any day of the week.

On 11/04/2016 07:42 AM, ColumbusGuy said:

This was a wonderful example of how we ought to appreciate Mother Nature, and give her all the help we can.

It was a sad day when the Judeo-Christian tradition of exploiting the Earth gained ascendancy over the older views of living in harmony or at least using her kindly. Monotheism took both the mystery and the respect out of our relationship with our environment, and we will eventually pay the price for that.

My only hope is that we will leave enough of the world behind us to renew itself.

My heart and spirit are in tune with the old ways rathre than the monotheistic philosophy. I may not believe in my heart that there is a god or spirit in every piece of nature, but I do believe that we are all one and can't exist independent of one another. Blame it on my German ancestry perhaps--I'm only at peace when I'm in a place removed from Man's interference. Give me my trees with their birdsong and hills with their deer...I'll trade the city for that any day of the week.

Jeez, CG... this is so beautiful. We are of the same mind. It's why I can't leave my little bit of paradise... it connects me to the earth in a way that soothes. I may not show horses anymore, but I still need my farm, and I still need to rescue turtles and pick up others' thrown trash. I worry at the damage we have done, and every time I'm on my bike, I'm not spewing exhaust from a car... thanks for getting this one, my friend... cheers... Gary....

On 11/04/2016 07:53 AM, Parker Owens said:

What a perfectly marvelous poem. I really, really like the personifications of house and storm, of stubborn child and mother. That was absolutely brilliant! And then the sun leaving its hiding place in the heavens...fantastic imagery, and I could see it all. Thank you, thank you, Gary!

Thank YOU, Parker. I was inspired by a link to two men standing on an endangered species of sea turtle(thanks to Bucket1). It made me think od what Mother nature gives us and shows us every day, and yet we still don't take her seriously. We continue to take how she has helped mold us, for granted, and we still abuse her and show her no respect. Sometimes I am mortified. I'm pleased you liked the personifications in this little 'battle'... cheers, my friend... Gary....

WOW, Gary!
Well, actually two wows. One is CG's review, which is a whole nother thing!

 

But the wowwest part of your poem, to me, above and beyond the fine verse, above and beyond the brilliant description, is the tempo of the storm. Was it in my mind or did I actually hear the words get louder and surge ahead, just a bit faster, as the storm became more menacing? And then as it receded and the sun reappeared, it slowed and slowed and finally smiled. Man, that was brilliantly done!

On 11/04/2016 11:01 AM, skinnydragon said:

WOW, Gary!

Well, actually two wows. One is CG's review, which is a whole nother thing!

 

But the wowwest part of your poem, to me, above and beyond the fine verse, above and beyond the brilliant description, is the tempo of the storm. Was it in my mind or did I actually hear the words get louder and surge ahead, just a bit faster, as the storm became more menacing? And then as it receded and the sun reappeared, it slowed and slowed and finally smiled. Man, that was brilliantly done!

It's awesome that you felt the tempo, skinny. That makes me happy. I tried to create the experience of a quick and sudden storm that moves past as so many do. I'm glad that resonated. Thank you so much for reading. I love poetry, and it sometimes saddens me others don't, but that's the way of it. Cheers, my friend... your support means much... Gary....

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