Nature's Fury (The Deluge) Comments

In the second line of the fifth stanza, the word should perhaps be 'tireless' instead of 'tire less' The poem, so well written, deserves full marks and I gladly give it: 5 Stars *****! I recommend this poem to be selected as the 'Member Poem of the Day', if not already chosen earlier.

The deluge has been described in great details. The language and tone of the poem goes well with the situation described. My appreciation for harmonizing that. 'Children play with paper boats, Puddle or pool, they hardly care.' - Reminds me of my childhood days. 'Crops fail and misery prevails, Havoc wreaks and penury strikes.' - A common scene after a deluge.

As Nature plays her perfidious trick, We stand aghast, unable to move or act, Horror strikes us dazed and dead. When the Deluge chants the dirge of dying souls! .....the power of Nature has been well illustrated here. As a whole the poem is so marvelous.

Horror strikes us dazed and dead. When the Deluge chants the dirge of dying souls Poignant....

Rain has come after a scorching spell and the Earth has bathed in splendid shower. A great imagery is drawn in this poem that is completely motivational. Nature plays her perfidious trick and witness this. Summer loosens its fiery grip dark clouds gather in distant skies and make rain of mercy. Through nature we feel God's grace. This is excellently penned...10

a favorite line: It washes the leaves in sparkling green, ......................one of my favorite colors! green. In tire less cheer..........i'd try tireless favorite stanza so far: Waves surf and waters roar, Like mountains, they lash at receding shores, Fisher men evicted from thatched huts, Helter-skelter, they flee for life. the Deluge: are you talkin' 'bout Noah and his clan? ? bri :)

We stand aghast, unable to move or act, Horror strikes us dazed and dead..... // The first part of the poems brings to us a picture of joy on the change of season after scorching summers while part two creates a picture of devastation and havoc wreaked by extremely stormy weather. It also reminds me of the recent destruction caused by 'Varda' in Tamil Nadu. Thanks, Valsa ji.

Nature's fury is both unpredictable and devastating! I experienced it personally in the 2005 floods in Mumbai. The experience leaves you as a insignificant being on earth. Nature's fury is a powerful write! A full score for this brilliant poem! I love all your poems, Valsa!

Yes! Nobody can stop nature. Nice piece of work.

Rain in torrents not denied, water rising fast and much too high. Many were the stories sad, and tales that were so grim. Nature's changing course with climate change untrimmed. I know exactly what you mean for monsoons occur yearly in my land.-10

Rain has come after a scorching spell, Bathing the Earth in splendid shower, It washes the leaves in sparkling green, And fills up every pond and well. A beautiful truly poetic description.

Oh what a turn.....Valsa....from summer jubilation to misery.....ended up expressing mourning in commemoration of the dead by the Deluge...........what a poem.....!