This Poem was Submitted By: Lora Silvey On Date: 2011-04-26 22:32:52 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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Clarion

Heaven has to wait can’t make it tonight Your voice, a breathless sigh as a lone trumpet cries in nights haunting  echoes Torrents of thoughts dance like marionettes to notes funneled down through tunnels of time Lost—not wanting  to be found Diaphanous crimson shade trickles down the throat a wet tasteless solution absorbing both sin and purity as the body rocks rhythmically slow a gliding embrace O’ consecrated  daughter, thy be Tempest by name, living on razors verge, mist mesmerized  by purple grey swirl’s  lusty roar’s hot breath Tumultuous power brushes passed the back step tears are shed in closets as prayers are uttered  in room’s darkest  corners With the speed of a whisper wraith comes stalking just— before the heavens part  Brightest rays blaze down  luminous streaks radiating  rain’s prism  a showing, a taste  of Eternity  

Copyright © April 2011 Lora Silvey

Additional Notes:
This was written with April 16th in mind, for my family, my neighbors and my friends; as we had no warning before a tornado hit our area leaving many homeless, bruised, battered, childless and dead.


This Poem was Critiqued By: Tony P Spicuglia On Date: 2011-05-07 11:03:11
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Lora, I cannot take a single line out, without piercing the continuity of the entire piece. This is wonderfully, powerfully composed. It is impossible to read without gathering, as the tornado, the images of potency and destruction. I know, watching on television and the internet- the power has an awesome beauty. I have only seen two in my life, but have been in four hurricanes. There is no image starker than the tremedous, unstoppable fury of a tornado. This is a masterwork of those images. "Eternity", for those in such path, or the path alone, it is apropos.


This Poem was Critiqued By: Dellena Rovito On Date: 2011-05-02 15:44:35
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.60000
Lora, Life is walking the razors edge. Although I think the powers that be are playing games with life and death. Little glimpses of eternity make one think of life's fragility. Youre poem can also depict pure emotional upheaval from any other cause. Strange how earth and humans can be so similiar. Kudos, DELLENA
This Poem was Critiqued By: DeniMari Z. On Date: 2011-04-27 21:25:51
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Very sorry to hear you had to contend with a tornado Lora - they seem to be all over right now and it's frightening to read and hear what havoc they are wreaking to so many families. I didn't equate the poem with a tornado but re-read it and found those stand out word choices, that lend the poem the quality of sheer raw emotion and compassion towards others. May Heaven protect them all - The poem is poignant, perfected and visuals are very "Lora", which is the best of this piece. Truly inspired by your poem - and the sentiments shared within. blessings, Deni
This Poem was Critiqued By: cheyenne smyth On Date: 2011-04-27 16:57:01
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Hi Lora, This is a most accomplished poem. You have used descriptive words that express the feelings of terror you and your family had while you waited the tornado not knowing if you would live or die. I am so glad all of you are fine and safe but so many lost their lives in that destructive force of nature. You have penned this very well and I enjoyed reading every word. Bravo! Best wishes, cheyenne
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