Florence
The waves hit the shore
A storm like no other
Formed in the salty sea
Without charm
A storm like no other
Formed in the salty sea
Without charm
But she has class
A class four to be exact
She huffs and puffs
Every house falls down
A class four to be exact
She huffs and puffs
Every house falls down
The site of her landing
A disaster…
The needle pierces the fabric
Disappears
Then returns
All that we had
A disaster…
The needle pierces the fabric
Disappears
Then returns
All that we had
Washed away
Sinks to the bottom of the bay
Returns to the shore
Another day
Sinks to the bottom of the bay
Returns to the shore
Another day
Coiled with seaweed and shells
Picked by a beach comber
Searching for treasures
Years after the storm
Picked by a beach comber
Searching for treasures
Years after the storm
October 21, 2018
Wordle 374 resonate, charge, electricity
23 comments:
Had to laugh at the storm having no charm but class...then sobered right back up. We've been lucky but few hurricane seasons go by that I don't run down the mental checklist of all the things that are risk.
Holding our breath through hurricane seasons every year around here too. This is a good read about one.
This is well constructed - closing on a echoing note - and one which, had not come to me. But it's true … the 'footprint' of a disaster remains for years and years - waiting to be summoned forth in pieces.
I always hold my breath when it is hurricane season .. praying for others and hoping there isn't any damage!
The affects of such storms can leave their affect for years to come. Great writing Annell!
Dear Sanaa I tried to comment on your poems, but no luck? Strange? But it has happened several times lately.
Thanks for your comments.
I wasn't able to comment on your wonderfufl poem? It is like I am cut out? Thanks for your comments.
Tthe comment above was for C. Sandlin.
Wendy, for some reason I was not able to leave comment on your wonderful poem of memory and the old neighborhood. I loved it. And thanks for your comment about my poem.
Vickie, I loved your headache. Looks like I am shut out for some reason. My comments won't stick. Thanks for your comment.
This is a very moving poem, Annell. I fear the hurricane season is just starting!
Carrie, I'm sorry but I could not find your poem, but I appreciate your coming and commenting on mine.
Beautifully written Annell. Witnessing a storm can be quite invigorating experiencing its effects quite disastrous.
Wonderful...
ZQ
Perfect ending. Nature, in her beauty and her horrors, leaves so many marks...
There is so much loss during these hurricanes. It takes a long time to recover from the wrath.
Searching for treasures
Years after the storm
It can be a soul searching journey ...
Mary, I don't know why but my comment on your poem didn't stick. I wanted you to know I loved this poem on many levels.
And thank you for your comment.
Thanks you for your comment, Old Egg.
Yes, Magaly, it seems we are reminded over and over of her power.
Yes, something you would never forget, losing everything you own...thank you for your comment, Truedessa.
Thank you ZQ.
I read your poem about the storm...Old Egg, but it wouldn't let me comment?
Truedessa, I went to your site, and I tried to comment, it wouldn't let me?
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