There is an inordinate silence
After the devastating cyclone!
The wild wind blew for several hours
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I enjoyed 'wild wind' alliteration & rhyming. 4 **** stars. bri : )
stanza 3: 'hush' as a noun: 'a silence or calm especially following noise ' So you could see or 'hear' a hush I say. ....Did I mention 'stable towers'? I don't think I've encountered that word combination before. ;) bri
stanza 2: 'Branches of trees flew like kite Marble stones flew like birds flight' I like that, but I might end the 2 lines with 'kites' and 'birds' flights'. ;)
line 1: 'inordinate': 'Exceeding reasonable limits; immoderate. synonym: excessive.' etc. Could there BE differing levels of silence? I guess, in one way, there could be. It must have been VERY SILENT.
after the cyclone wind blows hours violent, snapping trees like match sticks, throwing cars trucks like pees, the world is devastated silent, nature rests quiet birds refuse to sing, survivors seek quiet time to rest
I wrote the poem 'Eerie Cyclone Spent Stillness Beats Loud', inspired by the poem 'A Catastrophe', by the poet Dr Dillip K Swain and dedicated to the poet Dr Dillip K Swain.
Dear poetess Evelyn Judy Buehler, I value your thoughtful comment a lot...thanks and regards!
Yes, every catastrophe is followed by a meaningful silence, a silence for preparing a catastrophe in the minds
I love this poem's beautiful message of optimism and positivity, of riding out the storm, until better days.
I believe that catastrophes are God's wake-up calls to humanity. Rather than to blame God, let's sound a call to arms to protect and love Mother Earth!
When the poet says "everything will gradually settle down / Love and Peace will be restored soon", he draws upon his internal energies, as called upon by Bhagawat Gita to ‘Uddharet Aatman aatmanam".
I have no doubt that this poem calls for deeper understanding and analysis from more angles.
That is why, I have no hesitation to give 5* and to add this poem to Myfav.
This prediction of positivity, confidence in the survival of the universe, of the goodness of man and nature, even in the times of catastrophe, is the duty of the poets.
Still, it is the onerous duty of the poet to sit and dream! Of "a bright sunshine tomorrow
6) the branches of trees flying off like kites.. do they not remind us the ominous March of the woods towards the palaces that The Great Bard wrote of in Macbeth? Where are all those lives flying off to?
5) I read many layers of insightful meanings in this poem. At a deeper level, is metaphorical. Of the times we live in. The times of strife, war, greed, starvation, deprivation, apathy et al. Are these the days warned of by the soothsayers?
More than just the raised index finger of the poet, warning the world of Climate Change, and an obvious narrative of devastation, from where the poet "predicts sunshine tomorrow "
I would like to read this poem as a metaphorical one too. Not just the hopefulness of a poetic heart and the raised index finger of the poet warning generations on the effects of climate change. I believe that this poem has more layers of meanings.
Bri, appreciated your couple of comments with wonderful suggestions!