Solace in the storm

The grey canopy threatens and thunders.
As rain patters, the earth starts moaning.
The angry storm unleashes its fury.
The trees are drenched in rain water
The flowers are swept away
The beauteous verdure is muddied with flood water.
Revengeful winds slap everybody.
Relentless rain water rushes into houses.
Tropical cyclone has mercy for no one
Save for the man who walks through the raging storm
No lightening hits him, no winds slap him
His face is a white sheet, his eyes the colour of a storm
His countenance reflects an inward catastrophe
His blank gaze unsees the monster
As he walks calmly through the whirlwind
To find solace in another storm
For only the eye of a cyclone has peace.

◄ Corona-Regime

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Your Royal Poetess

Fri 21st May 2021 14:39

This is beautifully written, the imagery really flows well throughout the poem

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Binte Afroz

Tue 18th May 2021 15:38

Thanks for the encouragement, Martin! Much appreciated😊

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Martin Elder

Mon 17th May 2021 11:23

There are some great lines her that make for an excellent poem.
Nice one

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