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THE NIGHT WEATHER

The power down

The rain pitter patters

Down the windowpane

Outside , the sound of the wind clearly sounds

Rattles the window frame , blows over the bins outside the front door

Empty can of pop , blowing down the street , it's ghostly echos as it rolls along

Cabdrivers taking their fairs safely home , moped riders delivering pizzas

That Gothic night

Laptop , charged up , connection made to the outside world , this is what is on

Line , seen that night

Parts of the U K , are flooded , people in peril

Some so stupid , with phone-cams , take snaps , last one they take

Is of them sweep away , do not weep for them , for they are to blame for their fate

Of that Night

Dad takes his little child to see the waves crashing against the sea wall

Lifeboat crew , called out to rescue them , they were lucky , they lived

To appear on T V at least!

As they would say up north in Lancashire: '' Nowt so daft as folk ''

Houses flooded out , villages cut off from the outside world

Trains , at a standstill , rail tracks washed away

Clefts , collapse , in to the sea below

All on line that night

Ken D Williams

The Dysleix Wordsmith




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Written on 2014-01-09 at 11:05

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shells
A great snapshot of the stormy weather, it seems to compel some to put themselves and others at risk. You have captured the mood and keep that laptop charged :)
2014-01-09



I saw those pictures of people standing before the surf thinking the same thing. Surely they are waiting to die in their stupid show of force against nature. How often we underestimate its power! Your poem is alive with the sounds and sights of the storm. A brilliant write.
~Ashe
2014-01-09


countryfog
There is something though about the forces of Nature that seems to draw us closer, to test our fear and tempt our fate, perhaps some ancient genetic engram still encoded in us that seeks the old gods. Here it is the tornado chasers who seem crazy yet understandable. Fine poem Ken.
2014-01-09