ENDLESS PASSION

Sparks ran through the street.
Tornados bringing electric.
Lines down town scurry
paying
no attention.

As they make,
their way
pumping,
breathing the others blood
Only hawks see its rapture transpire.

Finally, little cities give focused eyes
embracing.  

Riding
the wave.
Time, curling

A town crumbles, to sea
with passion.

Reviews

[AYVID N]

"A town crumbles, to sea
with passion"

An electrifying read ends with a mind numbing passion. I loved it, just loved it. Your portrayal of Tornado is awesome, mind-blowing, electric.

[Souladareatease]

I thank You Divya:) I wanted to delve more with the story, but was another contest with 50 word limitation...hard that was to skim it down...I had a huge tale in my mind of a woman named sparks and her lover being named tornado...instead I only named sparks...and made the couple tornados ...thank You again for such kind words-always appreciated from Your Flowing pen!!!

[AYVID N]

Your portrayal of the devastation was complete and you did wonderful justice to this phenomenon! Of course you could always elaborate it later. I would love to read it as I found this poetry just enthralling. Pen on please!

[Souladareatease]

I debate with myself over this......I hate rewrites...destest to tear something apart once set in stone---this with life as well---good or bad I view it as a moment of time---not to obscure the past---whether horrified by it or not lol...its a shape---or the shaping of me---so, if I go to this again---i'll end up writing a whole new work and leaving this----(I look at my old old works and cringe lol KNOWING what was trying to get out lol)