The Deluge
The Deluge
Tony DeLorger © 2016
The deluge of a chilled affront,
hammers ground and bow,
while grey oppressive clouds resound,
in clattered rumbling,
as flashing lights abound.
And water surges through trails new etched,
silt and stones and leaves so tossed,
as whirling pours of flotsam drain,
from street and path and fields of rain,
transform.
Droplets thunder like drummers roll,
incessant din and winds that roar,
while green and stem do flail in dismay,
blown around in winter’s play.
And grasses flow like stormy seas,
battered hard in watery weight lament,
and living things in quiet warm nooks,
just watch the harsh affray, mistook,
for perhaps the end of days.
While still the rain in fervent flow,
floods the earth and all upon,
with winter’s need to soak and chill,
for all below to know the sun is ill,
and season holds the key.
I know not when she will release us,
when the sun will adorn those reminiscent skies,
but here amid this brutal resolve,
I pray that light will somehow absolve
our sins, for this our wintry night.
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Simply loved this Tony. I have always thought there is a kind of passion in a stormy night in any season. You have captured it well. I read and I could imagine, perhaps even feel that winter chill.
Thanks Rasma, glad you enjoyed it. Not a nice day at all here in Adelaide AUS. Take care.
A perfect poem describing the winter weather upon your fair city. When the elements torment all around, the life once lived, now dying, waiting to rebound with a change in temperatures. Old man winters chill is resounding with it’s bitter call. To see these changes sometimes brings a chill to our bone. Season changes are necessary, yet we feel each one’s passing and await the sun’s rays pleasing light upon our souls.
Thanks Vincent, glad you appreciated the work, a reflection of our current season here is Aus. Each season carries a beauty and depth in metaphor that reflects our lives on so many levels. Cheers!
I envy you in Adelaide at the moment, Tony. We need rain badly. I had to resort to purchasing a truck of water a few days ago because our tanks were empty. Though I don’t want a flood, I loved your reference to “The Flood” in “…absolve our sins…”
Interesting and enjoyable rhyme scheme too.
Thanks John, I hope you get some rain soon, we’ve been pelted with tropic downpours for some days, on and off. But up until then, we were dry too, so lets hope you’re about to get those tanks refilled. Cheers!
Winter always seems to activate my muse. Your lines express the way our emotions are caught up in the colors of the season. You brilliantly involved all the senses really. Well penned.