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Friday, October 19, 2018

The Tornado





                                                   Like a rapidly rotating tornado, the boy,
                                                      twirls on the ground kicking up dirt.
                                                           His imagination is completely
                                                               lost in the cumulonimbus
                                                                   war clouds. Wildly
                                                                    twisting beheading,
                                                                         the lilies, with
                                                                               the swirling
                                                                                  debris of a
                                                                                      plastic
                                                                                        sword.
         
                                                               Not even a grandmothers voice can
                                                                   penetrate, the tornados deep
                                                                    rumbling roaring noise. Finally
                                                                         the warm air that fed the
                                                                           tornado cools down          
                                                                             from cooler surface
                                                                                winds, and filled
                                                                                  the funnel with
                                                                                     Kool-Aid air
                                                                                      and cookie                                 
                                                                                       clouds. The
                                                                                          twisters
                                                                                             gone.

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29 comments:

  1. What fun! I have grandboys like that! Love the visual too.

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  2. Wowww 💜 I absolutely love the shape of your poem, Vicki 😊 this is gorgeously penned.

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  3. How I luv this, The world should never be without children

    Thanks for dropping by my sumie Sunday today

    much love...

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  4. Enjoyed the form of your poem and your imagery. You have captured something in these words.

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  5. Smiles.....boys are rather like tornadoes....all that pent-up energy. Loved this, Vicki.

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  6. This was fun and wonderful to read - the form definitely adds some zing to the energy of the words, which capture the essence of little boys (and girls too) .... and how moments can be magical!

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  7. This is so very wonderfully constructed and cleverly rendered. I love it!

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  8. The form is very effective, adding to the imagery that your words wonderfully convey.

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  9. I can't stop giggling at the image of that sweet soul beheading lilies. Terrible, I know. But I can't help it. Children are such sweet and destructive treasures.

    Love this.

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    1. Thanks, Magaly. He's in his twenties now and he did chop off my lilies, lol.

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  10. Oh, that's altogether lovely in all sorts of ways; a sheer delight.

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  11. Yes a delight...loved the form loved the images.

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  12. Love the tornado form of writing and line-breaks. The energy and exuberance of youth are just wonderful here. :-)
    -HA

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  13. This was a fun thing... the way we could play... there is something so innocent about childhood.

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  14. Likes the image. It adds to the mystery of the young kids, Vicky!

    Hank

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