Wicked Wind

An acrostic poem.

Walloping hard about my face

Its cold embrace consumes all space

Cracking like a whip as it swoons and shatters

Killing all life. Leaving all in tatters.

Enchanting mystery of violent destruction

Dreaming of better starts in life’s little production.

 

Widowing wind still blowing, so cold

Intending to steal my breath and soul

Never stopping to take a breath then suddenly

Dying.

By underwriter     30/12/2010

Reviews

[OT]

brilliant poem! you use very stark and potent language which adds superbly to the dark mystique of the poem, did you mean to put steel is what i was wondering or steal? Either way it works (as you steal as in take, or steel as in prepare yourself), I was just wondering :p

[DeViouS]

Brilliant description. Clever acrostic and I love the sudden ending. The wind dies as suddenly as the poem.

[SOUL LESS]

consumes all space...irrelevant: forced rhyme.:(
Work on the last two lines...try a lil rearranging.

[Chelsea]

Wow, you have incredible flow in this poem! When I read it, I didn't stumble once, you really do have flow mastered!
Your choice of words also made it all the more better. I had to look up a few, before I finally got the definitin.
You definetly did capture the power of the wind. I like how in the title you refer to it as "wicked". That could almost have a double meaning. Wicked as in evil, or all of my friend's say "wicked" when something's cool.
Love this poem :)
Excellent write!!

[Gone]

Nicely done! Acrostic works well and the emotion flows with eloquence. Good write! I'm proud of you, my darling daughter OXOXOXOXO

[cfix]

This is wonderful!! I enjoyed this I love acrostic writes.
I have a contest going with this title you ought to enter it.