Destructive Waves

Destructive Waves

A Poem by M. A. Kilcorse

As the sun crashes red in a fiery display,

And violet streaks stain the heavens;

A howl is heard throughout the world

Shaking trees and trembling mountains.


Screams that rattle across the valleys

And rise up high to pierce the clouds

Finds us all wherever we hide

And pleas that we might join the crowd.


Do we heed these cries,

Soft tears shed by our collective joy.

Can we find the strength to do what’s right,

Or let all life wither and die?


A slug of death loaded and fired,

Sends waves beyond its self.


And after all the damage has been done;

There is no way to catch that bullet-

And shove it back inside the gun.

© 2012 M. A. Kilcorse

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Very much a poem well thought out.Good job

Posted 5 Years Ago

A nice enchanting poem but that has wisdom at the end.
Thank you for sharing.

Posted 6 Years Ago

Great poem balanced flawlessly. Keep it up!

Posted 6 Years Ago

nice rhythm - and great symbolism there - nothing short of an epic

because 'screams' is already plural, maybe 'finds' should be - 'find us all' '- and i think plea is usually a noun, 'plead that we might join...' ?

Posted 6 Years Ago

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M. A. Kilcorse

6 Years Ago

Thank you for the compliment and great suggestions. I think I'll take your advice.

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Added on November 6, 2012
Last Updated on November 6, 2012
Tags: waves, destruction, gun, bullet, self-sacrifice, answer


M. A. Kilcorse
M. A. Kilcorse

Toledo, OH

I use writing not just as an escape, but as a construct. To see non-physical ideas take life in the form of places and people is the magic and mystery of creative writing. more..