I see it's been about three years since someone posted something here so I figured "what the hry" 'll drop one of mine here.... This one is about a blizzard.... Bleak and crushing is the majestic cold
Speaking a language from the days of old
Beating a drum
"Thump thump thump!"
Breathing a deaths breath, cruel and bold
Fleeing from branches flurries of Brown and gold,
Heading the drum,
"Thump thump thump!
Laying waste to any place
Where painted flowers graced
A beleaguered landscape.
And eager hands shape
The land in a quickened pace.
Spraying bits in a spritely race
Like a flittering cape
In a whirlwind escape
Making every vista change.
Making familiar places strange.
Freeing the drums!
"Thump thump thump!"
Breaking wildly over the range!
Rearranging the rearranged!
Being the drum!
"Thump thump thump"
A haggardly, angry old man,
Entering in to a blithering rant,
Feeling his age,
Feeling enraged,
Sinister, bleatings of fantastic plans,
Rendering beatngs with pummeling hands!
a hammering sledge
dredging up sludge
And breaking the kindling
While gracefully mingling
The beating drum's
"Thump thump thump!"
With a hasty tangling
Mess of everything!
Here it comes!
"Thump thump thump!"
He is your master! Bow to him!
Here is your chance to sing his hymn.
A screaming omen
Of freezing homes and
The crashing of his careless whim
The catastrophe of his barreling vim
Hear the weary tone
Of his metered drone
Crushing even the sweetest sweetness
Coming from the deepest recess
Of the beating drum
"Thump thump thump!"
Because his wrath is fierce and ceaseless
Torridly tossing piercing pieces
One by one
"Thump thump thump"
Against the walls of tiny homes
And through the windows pieces roam
Breaking shattered
glass is scattered
All around a shrinking room
Morphing to a stinking tomb
Making patterns
Of sheer disaster!
Then nothingness!
Amid distressed
Pounding drums!
"Thump thump thump!"
Amid the mist
And duressed
Pumping drums
"Thump thump thump!"
Unwanted clatter! Ever beating!
Among the clutter not receding.
Neither easing,
Nor releasing
His angry grip. His meaty
Fists of blizzards greeting
This freezing
Season,
With rapid assuredness.
He raps out the burdens
Of the the drum,
"Thump thump thump!'
It slowly becomes a wordless
permanent abhorrence!
It has begun!
"Thump thump thump!"
And then as if to calm the bluster
flakes of ice in tiny clusters
Fall floating from the sky
Al over. Imminently high
Above the crystal luster
Of a newly whitewashed duster.
A whisking wind blows by,
And fleeting flurries fly...
At last the master is it ease.
His dizzy belligerents is pleased
And his drum's
"Thump thump thump"
In the onward grinding breeze
Is lost to the stillness of the freeze
Replacing "Thumps!"
With a steady "Hummmm..."
