The Earth's Rattle

Anyways for a little description of this, I was given an article to chose from and make a poem out of it. It's about an earthquake that was very brief in Concord yet many were still surprised after it occured. So here it is: sit, read and enjoy!

As the dark was draping all of day’s wonder
The town remained still, with nothing to ponder.
Individuals talked, watching seeds newly sewn,
Never suspecting the ground’s awakening groan.
Violently shaking the room seemed to shudder,
Inhabitants gasped, eyes opened with wonder.
Rumbling stomachs obeyed master’s call,
One that is able to make people crawl.

The earth was relentless, like an unyielding storm.
Only to dwindle, and fade with no mourn.
When silence returned, many gazed with some doubt,
Preparing for more, they readied to shout.
The warriors waited for their lion to pounce,
Grasping their shield breathing words unannounced.
The quake had arrived, striking swift with zeal,
The outlook remained stony, hard with no feel.
Then out of the quiet arose a small laughter,
A child unknowing, bringing color to paper.
Finding words from the brain whether jolt, or a rattle,
Not truly describing the earth’s inner battle.
Minds reminisced calling events from the past,
Figuring December’s quiver was far from the last.

Life's Balance

Beautiful seed how I long to see your face,
Slowly ascending through the earth’s protecting vase.
I wait as the time flows steadily by,
Urging encouragement to open your eyes.
Alas! The time awaited has come,

You breech the ground as a small green crumb.
Twirling around in wondrous laughter,
Never suspecting any disaster.
Months pass away and you steadily bud,
Petals penetrate suggesting, “Not a dud!”
You never fail to give off a light,

Rain makes you brighter, escalating in height.
Once again time enters the door,
Hinting some day, “You’ll no longer soar”
Majestic still, you remain standing
Ovations from the audience are surely demanding.

You stretch out to grasp the blue sky,
Falling short, just a little, you try not to cry.
Slowly admitting you acknowledge the fact,
Your petals shine dimmer, your stem has turned black.
I come in one day to see your face,
Which is no longer there, just a memory erased.

I raise you up in the palm of my hand,
Never knowing if I can understand.
I place you outside, on a grass luscious with green,
Smiling that you could once not be seen.
A bird soon arrives and takes you away.

Flying into the sunset, savoring today.
Years have gone by and I wander to hills,
Admiring the ground, as if gutted with gills.
A breeze throws my hat and I pursued a chase,

Picking it up I see a familiar face.
Stretched out in the valley that no one has seen,
My face is uplifted and eyes remain keen.
You stretched yourself to a place no one would bother,

Spreading into the lives based off of your fathers.