This Poem was Submitted By: Dellena Rovito On Date: 2007-08-07 21:38:20 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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The End Of Time

Flash, shows the lightening in the darkest night sky I can remember. A most exquisite sparkler of the highest order lit up the heavens.   Stretching out from behind the clouds, electrifying fingertips poised  to grasp, burn and destroy anything within its perilous pathway!  Crack! The thunder rumbled and boomed in a terrifying show of force! The Gods are angry spitting up fire and storm, speaking in disagreement!  I sensed the overpowering energy and knew the place of smallness!  I'm Infinitesimal in contrast to the vast of the universe! My worst fear was before my eyes, the culmination of days had come! Heaven, hell and total damnation…it was too late to change anything! I cringed in anticipation of the repeatedly expanding storm. Again and again the sky lit, roared, the end of time surly will be.  Alas! I rolled up into a little ball of protection, soon to sleep.   Waking up to a beautiful day, the sun was shining, wonderful!                             I had completely forgotten… about the terror of last night…      

Copyright © August 2007 Dellena Rovito

This Poem was Critiqued By: Thomas H. Smihula On Date: 2007-08-22 09:29:09
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Dellena, All I can say is I want more of this adventure you have taken. The darkness, the feeling of being small, the sounds... you hide away into a self protected covering. This is poetry yet I want more. Well done for if you hook me on a subject you have done your work well at least to this reader. Thanks, Thomas

This Poem was Critiqued By: Tony P Spicuglia On Date: 2007-08-18 16:18:15
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
Dellena, it seems you rolled into a thunder boomer, the deepest regard of the soul as well. Not really a metaphor, more like an allegory- and out of the challenge the protaganist found the will to not only survive, but to do so with the soundness of sleep. “The End of days” I guess to speak to the vision above one would have to fear the coming of the phase, whatever that phase is- I saw little hopeful anticipation in the allegory, although the two direct destinations were named. Maybe the darkness of the storm was colored as well, by the unsure vessel of the transition. You had a wonderful play on words at the end of the third stanza “surly” to describe the storm and the end times... where normally “surely” would be used. Surly both adds definition and leans one to believe that “surely” it will happen. A phantom fill in. “The terror of last night” – and in your allegory- once the transition is complete, the protagonist actually believes more in “nirvana/heaven” story than the damnation. That is unless there is a personal judgment the protagonist herself is making that; “no matter damnation, I am good enough to be judged acceptable”. A fine state as well. Or maybe, .... it was just a storm.
This Poem was Critiqued By: Rene L Bennett On Date: 2007-08-11 05:28:00
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
I really liked this alot! Excellent imagery! As if it was only a nightmare to be forgotten in time, well at least until the next nightmare..lol. But a beautiful sunshine morning takes you away and the nightmare too. Thanks for the read, I truly enjoyed reading this. Rene'
This Poem was Critiqued By: Claire H. Currier On Date: 2007-08-08 06:31:24
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
You never cease to amaze me with your writing poet........whether you touch upon friend, foe, life, love, and in this situation the most darkest of hours when the storm begins to blow and the lightening strikes, the winds and the power of it all coming together bringing fear into our hearts. The other night we had such a storm which brought hail stones bigger then a fifty cent piece and for this part of the country that was something. Having just moved from our second floor apartment to the first floor I thought to myself; the storms are louder down here and wondered why until I looked outside and the ground was covered with icy specks.....my mom used to tell me the angels were bowling when the thunder roared........as a small child I feared such storms and perhaps some days I still do. I must admit that I do try to fall asleep before the storms gets too fierce and that does make waking up to the sunshine so much nicer in the morning light. Would not change a thing Del.......you have touched on it all, your words have created the storm and all its furry for us to enjoy from a distance. Thanks again, take good care, God Bless, Claire You asked about my eye surgery which I might add was very successful, thank you. Yesterday though I found myself rushing to the doctor as the gel behind the retna burst forth, breaking blood vessels and putting fear into my soul..........now its a close watch again as I am in a high risk area for the retna to tear away. Always something Del..........still, its a good day when we can get out of bed and thank God for all of His blessings. Got bit by a tick, have been pretty sick from that and we wait for the results of blood test on lyme disease.............I guess I wear a sign that might say.....stop here..........
This Poem was Critiqued By: Lora Silvey On Date: 2007-08-08 01:29:09
Critiquer Rating During Critique: Unknown
Dellena, Thunder storms can truly be an awesome spectacle, however I do enjoy them. Your prose/poem was electrifying, alive and vibrant with all the grandios energy of the storm. So sorry it sent you into hiding as I always feel so energized by the storms. I totally enjoyed the read and felt refreshed afterwards, thank you for the post. Best always, Lora
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