softly

[cacian]

collision plumets
revving your feet
the ground is shook
resonnance stilled
gravels are plunked
to dustfull of rocks,
hurry your steps
dawn is approached
regain your presence
you're nought alone,
suffer no more
terror is blocked
agaisnt a flock
made of out of brox,
run to your soul
tear the mean foulds
throw upon throw
scatter the crops
that made you grate
steel above hate,
cold air is moved
shuffling the reefs
and
mountains are prompted
heightening the spheres
space is up streaked
lightening your fears
that brewed your tears
over a pier,
sorrowful goes
singing a ree
your voice is breezed
mused and appeased
seldom you shall
drift home alone.

[Bar22do]

I might be thick, but for this one I'd need a little introduction... some of the lines are very strong, there is something catastrophic in the atmosphere of your poem. Best from me, Bar

[Delta40]

I felt the urgency in this cacian as if I had hit the ground running and could not stop till I had reached the end. The last two lines don't seem to quite work.

[Hawkman]

I'm afraid there's something catastrophic in your use of english. Ignoring grammar, distorting syntax, misusing declentions and conjugations is not art, I'm afraid. It just looks like ignorance. Rules can be bent a bit but not shattered. If you do, what you end up with is meaningless.

[cacian]

Bar22 and Delta40 I thank you both for taking time to read this piece.
Yes indeed there is a sense of urgency, I did rectify the last line, maybe it is slightely better.
Hawkan thank you for reading.
I appreciate your feedback.