scribbler
Jul 15, 2011

FROM A PUFF OF AIR

A tiny dust devil forms
on the windward side of shorn hay field
in the high heat of mid day
during second week of July

Only betrayed by bits of chaff
barely belt high when born
( and how is that by the way?)
as it randomly staggers
among the heat waver
further
....further
........further
..........into the hot field

As it gains energy from heat
and strength
and size
until it elevates loose straw
nearly out of site
disrupting flight of a careless crow
becoming an insect tornado
Until.......

It crashes into green dense woods
momentarily thrashing limbs
and stripping leaves
in its maelstrom
of dissolution

again I stick my toe into the unfamiliar

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

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About the Author

Region, Country: South Carolina, United States, USA

Favorite Poets: Frost

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Comments

Roscoe Lane

Maybe unfamiliar, but i could picture this dust devil as i followed it with your words. Regards Roscoe..

S

I try to do an unfamiliar form at least once per week to avoid becoming stale and type cast lol. Thanks for the read and comment..........stan

S

2nd layer of this poem refers to those individuals who are all bluff but soon are revealed to be all bluster. Did not expect anybody to catch that secondary meaning................stan