MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Wild Waters’

frogs having a blast
puddles turned lakes
raging rivers

swallowed fields

overflowing
septic tanks
with surfers

in the waters

life has
blended
into

one

Poem ‘Wild Waters’ read by the author.

MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Forecasted’

looming over us
Alfred cyclone grand
under the skin
and over our land

wild and untamed
expecting heavy gale
through our towns
unseen on such a scale

forecasted to hit tonight
with a heavy heart
everyone’s initiative
plays a major part

watching its track map
by a quick glance
an escape from its claws
leaves a little chance

some say it is man made
others blame it on God
who can see through the fog
it is sure a tad odd

eerie feeling on the streets
no birds or noise of traffic
life has slowed down to a halt
silence around almost graphic

what to do with extra time
days seem almost stretched
unexpected undesired
today will be deeply etched

remain put and optimistic
let nature take its course
use this chance to recap on life
and trust the Source