The City

 

Proud walled city, rich and strong beside the sea

What silent promise did humanity foresee?

 

 

Storm approaching, near at hand

Lightning crash, wind blown sand-

 

 

Should evil wield the greater power?

Should nature’s ferocity devour?

 

 

Strong waves smash the weak

Mighty men dash the meek-

 

 

Should city rest on sand?

Should weak values stand?

 

 

Many stalwart men will flee

Their unstable city by the sea-

 

 

Should the mighty city fall?

Should mortal strength forestall?

 

 

Unstoppable force will run its course

Marching onward without remorse-

 

 

Should nature yield to folly?

Should death yield to melancholy?

 

 

Approaching storm, near at hand

Waves summon the silent land-

 

 

Should the sweet breath leave?

Should the bitter death weave?

 

 

Foundations built on shore of death

Waves steal the unsteady breath-

 

 

Should mortal flesh continue so?

Should unwise hands reap and sow?

 

 

Proud walled city, once golden by the sea

Desolate now, no promise be-

Reviews

[O!]

I kept thinking of Katrina.....what happened before, during and after.......and the after is still 'going on'........."no promise be".......

beautifully written.....simple, easy, superb imagery, great rhyme!

THank you.

x,
O!

[James K. Blaylock]

i really enjoyed reading your poem.

Unstoppable force will run its course
Marching onward without remorse-


Should nature yield to folly?
Should death yield to melancholy?


Approaching storm, near at hand
Waves summon the silent land-


Should the sweet breath leave?
Should the bitter death weave?

keep up the great writes.

[Robert Luna]

Wonderful imagery. This was breath taking to read and to see with my mind's eye. I could really feel like i was there witnessing this scene taking place.

Wonderfully written.