The Battlefield

The Battlefield
White skies flood with grayness
graceful air begins to mature
aggravated weather approaching
rain drops turn erratic
heavy rain turns hardcore,
Blackness struck by electric purple
neon strikes utter – bolts to the floor
roof-tops thrown from houses
wreckage littered empty streets
battle field stories, memories of war,
Gun shots replicated – bulleting decay
fearless winds throw out disaster
shrapnel flaring cast in mid-air
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Its just the beginning

Its just the beginning
Shady clouds break out
white lit sky – hidden away,
Rain showers fall from heaven
Eeriness turns to gray,
Strength up above
Peace – driven astray
Thrusts of wind
Leaves thrown into array
Flashing lights a sudden outburst
Thunder echoes overhead,
White strikes to the floor
The thunderstorm is bred.
© Andrew Lockley 2008

This poem is the warm up towards a thunder storm.

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