Rarely Done

I rarely explain my poems but I would like to in this case. Tornadic Occurrence is about a young person I know and in my head and heart contains 2 additional lines I'll not publish for the sake of anonymity. It reads as fairly dark here but in fact is an amusing piece that started with a joke to myself about this person. Thank you for bearing with my artistic prerogative.

Tornadic Occurrence

Just like a tornado
Everything in its path
Destroyed in totality
Overturned trailer
Car thrown miles away
Wide swath of carnage
Ground torn asunder
All from something
That at a distance
Seems beautiful and
Even graceful as it dances

Yesterday

Birch trees standing, bone white
Stark sentinels in contrast to
The rain darkened hardwood forest
Tendrils of mist slipping their fingers
Between every dark, tall guardian
Obscuring the world from me
Only a foot or two at a time
Becoming visible as the weak
Winters sun tries desperately to
Break the hold of the cold creeping
Ground fog

Dun Aengus

Wind roaring past my ears
Force enough to unbalance
As I stand atop this stony cliff
Angry Atlantic crashing below
With all the fury it can muster
Noisy, foaming and churning
Ancient stone walls behind
Once proud citadel fallen away
Adding to the treachery below
Precipice before me dangerous
But beyond the limitless ocean
Stretching into loneliness

Flabbergasted

There's a look of confusion I get
Puzzlement, bewilderment
But no one cares to notice
People only see what fits
Their narrative of you
What suits their construct
Like trimming a puzzle piece
To wedge into the open space
If their world is not affected
Then they care not what happens
Would never deign themselves
To even ask what could possibly
Be wrong or right or...

Tanjoubi ometedou and li kyuuka wo