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I found this image on the internet a few months ago and it inspired me to write this poem;
Torn Trees
The silence - is deafening.
No birdsong,
no fish jumping,
not even a chirping cricket.
The ‘Great One’ stands defeated
It’s magnificent head severed
in a blinding flash
as Zeus vented his rage.
A few trees remain,
buttressed against the onslaught,
they stand tall,
discussing terms with the clouds.
Stunted stumps of others
cut down in their prime
Jut from the surface
as if hewn by a mighty scythe.
A long breath is drawn.
Water flows across the battlefield
Gently clearing away
evidence of the fray.
Reflections lie motionless
too exhausted to shimmer
on the still water’s surface.
Waiting for a different light.
John Carré Buchanan
20 May 2011
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Steroids, Many thanks for your comment,I am glad you find the articles interesting. I hope you find the time to read some of the other poems and comments I have posted.
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