General Poetry posted October 1, 2017


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ABAB contest entry

The Reaping Wind

by Thal1959


The hurried cane, comes with a twist -
with rains and winds, it soon appears;
call this monster Diablo's fist!
Its blackened clouds bring fervent fears.

 
It reaps a swath of what man has sown,
is it justice or discipline?
Or is it merely evil grown,
to torment man with its chagrin?

 
Such tempests - supernatural,
is the bluster of nature's ways,
its nature is as natural,
as summer's warm and sunny days.

 
For all the places man has built,
will expose him to disquiet.
Charge not the storms an evil tilt;
'tis the storm in man - the riot!

 
Both dark and light are oft the norm,
putting mankind to the test,
in the light - of the passing storm,
we see the worst ones and the best.

 
Many are they who do deeds good,
bringing succor to the injured,
but evil loots where peace had stood,
and their Christian faith is perjured.

 
Perhaps the winds have reaped good deeds,
by upsetting life's applecarts.
They show that good and evil seeds,
are not in storms, but human hearts.


ABAB Poetry Contest contest entry


The hurricanes have been making news lately. But their damage is indiscriminate and limited compared to the human damage that follow; looter, price gouging, etc. The "hurried cane" is a play on hurricane since it strikes swift and hard.
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