Tidal Wave Poem by Jinge Norvall

The brooding sea is restless
Her deepest moods
in flux;
As if her anger's building
To violent
Climax

Her colors mutating
From azure shades
of blue,
to inky blackness leaping
pouncing
without cue

Fathoms stretching upward
Reaching for the sky
Racing
for the helpless land
Many there
Will die

The ocean's roaring furiously
Stampeding over land
Ripping
Tearing, pounding
Nothing there
can stand

Marauding waters overwhelm
Destroying life and limb
Retreating now
ingests survivors
Drags them
Deep within

The tidal wave has come and gone
So very few are left
Stunned
By nature's merciless power
And utterly
Bereft

Landscape stripped and shattered
People dead or dying
No-one calls
The Living God,
All you hear
Is sighing.