My Poetry Journal

Tornado

Dedicated to a wise scifi author whose stories are out of this world! Keep it up!

Author's note: It is currently a tornado warning as I write this. The clouds are gathered ominously, wind blows hard, rain pellets the windows and trees sway in the background.

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In the midst of a tornado,

lies a peculiar airflow.

While the winds blow hard,

 I stare out from the backyard.

I wish I could be knocked out,

lately life has been rough.

The storm has caused a blackout,

and I fear I am not so tough.

Funnels swirl ahead,

pool of tears lay beneath my feet.

Should I escape into the shed,

would death I cheat?

Neighbors locked inside,

dark clouds gathered on the horizon.

My fear I override,

instead listen to my reason.

Heading to the House of Nightmares,

where monsters reside.

I go downstairs,

gut feeling I override.

Life can be counted by the storms,

that does not mean I am numb.

Lightning accompanies the windstorms,

thunder beating as a conga drum.

No one can make me feel unsafe,

not even in my own house.

Should out of their mouths come a strafe,

I am no mere mouse.

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Vocab notes:

Strafe: (verb/noun) attack of machine-gun fire or cannon fire from a low flying airplane

Author's note: I wrote this because I was feeling inspired by the tornadoes, and by a fellow friend who is going through a family crisis right now. My prayers are with them.