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January is cold; barren season
That life has left a hollow shell.
Only decay can keep a death beat
Where once hearts in rhythm called ‘All’s well!’
Now chaos grows in frozen darkness
Ice warriors of this living hell.
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Tumbling down the mountainside.
Rock sliding, somersaulting over tree.
Rules of nature overturned,
Only gravity matters.
The cavalcade becomes a riot
Screeching birds take flight
And scuttling refugees flee
From out of the undergrowth for their lives.
This tremor, no more than a shiver of the earth
Becomes amplified. As it journeys
Out from its epicentre across the valleys,
Through the mountain like a juggernaut
And rock unmoved for ages is parted,
Cracks appear, as it rumbles on into the realm of man.
History, reduced to rubble.
Metal twists, like a twig.
No adversary fit to face
This ancient behemoth.
© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.
Day 24 of my review and a poem about nature and the power of silence…
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Susurrus,
Wind kisses upon the water.
The breeze stirs the leaves of the willow,
Moving like the fingertips of a dancer would.
Elegant branches,
Limbs of an acrobat, sway
Dipping low agitating the mirror calm
Of the tranquil pool.
Elemental water and sylvan spirit of living wood
Allowed to commune,
Within this companion silence.
© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.
photo credit: Kodak TX @ 100mm via photopin (license)
Susurrus,
Wind kisses upon the water.
The breeze stirs the leaves of the willow,
Moving like the fingertips of a dancer would.
Elegant branches,
Limbs of an acrobat, sway
Dipping low agitating the mirror calm
Of the tranquil pool.
Elemental water and sylvan spirit of living wood
Allowed to commune,
Within this companion silence.
© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.
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The games begin;
The dance;
The power-play;
The to-and-fro,
Rough and tumble.
The sap starts to build
As life flows back,
Plants bud;
Creatures wake;
And birds display,
Announcing in song
To let all know
That spring has come again.
© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.
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Higher than man.
The untamed stampede, running wild.
White waves, foaming, crashing down.
Beasts of fury, and power,
Gods of thundering hooves.
Wild waters, tumult, changes all.
© 2015 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.
