this morning i read of a hurricane
cyclonic & siphoning strength
from the atlantic, spinning a trajectory
so wide, 600 miles from the core
we buy batteries & bottled water
what were the odds
forces that rarely cross would meld
above the city where we speak of meeting
in a matter of days;
that potential of fronts
& jet stream mirroring what turns in us
married to the full moon & high tide
this could be a storm of the century
clichéd and window-breaking
we invoke & braid together–
where weather science meets yearning
Wow, really like this. I love how you took the immediate news o’ the day and found poetry in it, made it your own. Very powerful.
Anna–this is really too, too funny. Where storms mirror life…
Susan, your creativity and perception and depth are wonderfully showcased here. Hope you weather the storm alright!
Thanks, David. Battening down, but the timing is certainly quite odd 😉
This is what happens when poetry is blown to your door…
Heh–I am borrowing your word “invoke” here, it fits so well…
ah like you invoking the last line Maximum impact
Kind of. Just waiting for it 😉
Perhaps it is all hype and will just blow off into the atlantic…We shall see.
your depth is immeasurable woman..
Oh, now you have made me blush, again. I do like to mirror what is felt inside with physical realities (storms, etc.). Glad this one worked for you…
you are one very intelligent clever woman 😉 and every day when I get to read your treasures, I think how lucky I am 🙂
Oh, and I thought I was blushing before, LOL. Thank you!
blushing.. a beacon in the storm haa
ps I am guest hosting at Le Clowns tomorrow.. please come help me.. haaa
I would be glad to help out 😉
Will be thinking about you yours. Be safe and give us a blow by blow account. Leo
Thanks, Leo. It went by you and yours okay, thankfully. I think we are far from the center–my thoughts to the atlantic coast…
Be safe, but within the safety, live the experience.
🙂 going to try…
the logic of nature
swirling and raging,
rearing to go
anxious minds watch
its swirling march
their hopes no match
for its raw speed,
but their dreams
bent but never broken
Oh–I so love this, Noel. Dreams thumbing their noses at swirling skies, and stretching out in defiance. Double & triple love this response!
Wow, I love the tension of this piece, I also love how you personalized the storm and infused it with emotion and passion. A whirlwind of words.
Thank you, Soraya! This is what I am sharing with Dverse today, methinks… When life and art fuse into a tropical cyclone…
Hey, they call me Hurricane Soraya! I am trying to put something together for dVerse today. Though, so far all I have written about is Jewish children, Holocausts and Nazis.
well, those are big, big, big, and I would not say “all I have written about it… ”
So, not sure whether I am sending this one or the latest– “losing by degrees (what we don’t give up).” Would LOVE feedback on which one you would send, were you me 😉
Yes, I will investigate that piece shortly! I am just finishing off this post. I will zoom over there and check it out! 🙂
Thanks, Soraya! I really am having difficulty making up my mind today…