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HURRICANE
HURRICANE
The tropical winds from the eastern shore
began to whistle through the outer corridors
like banshees screaming in the night.
the window shutters tight shook to near surrender.
I felt the loneliness weigh heavily on my soul.
as never before. for death was at my door..
I settled down in a corner of my room
wrapped in a blanket, lights turned to dim
as I waited for my world to end.
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Comments
lovedly
Wed, 2015-01-07 15:08
the world will never end
the world will never end
do not to storms surrender
be as brave as
ere
Geremia
Sat, 2015-01-10 10:18
I can always count on you to
I can always count on you to lift me up !
lovedly
Sat, 2015-01-10 10:29
thank u
yesterday i saw a person like u
may be older
in ur like situation
i could feel he looked after his wife
who appeared ill
and i marveled
silently
still
how love can till
he drove her away as she smiled
How i admire you now more
Joe
Geremia
Sat, 2015-01-10 11:04
Love is the energy that never
Love is the energy that never dies.
thank you, my dear friend
Esker
Wed, 2015-01-07 20:18
Great poem
in that its a slow forward description
of living ..a walk through
done Poetically
I lived through a wind storm
down here...terrifying
you do think your house
will be torn up
Nothing like feeling
alive when your most
about to maybe die
never forget that one
Glad you're still here
Thank You
Lonnie
Thu, 2015-01-08 19:00
Hey Joe,
Your poem and Esker's both speak of storms and their aftermath. yet in vastly different ways. I have read both, and although I am able to understand yours a tad better, the way Stephen words things is a poetic miracle! You are more down to earth, and nitty gritty, which is a blessing also! Great poem, my friend!
Geremia
Fri, 2015-01-09 10:46
Thanks, Lonnie, I write more
Thanks, Lonnie, I write more poetic prose. Stephen is poetic genius,
judyanne
Fri, 2015-01-09 10:41
yes, exactly
How one feels when the elements are wild - one wonders if one will survive, as it seems the destruction won't end, and it is extremely frightening, especially if you are alone...
Great write Joe
Love judy
xxx
'Each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star,
shall draw the Thing as he sees It, for the God of Things as They are.'
(Rudyard Kipling)
Geremia
Fri, 2015-01-09 10:50
Thanks, Judyanne. I have been
Thanks, Judyanne. I have been through five hurricanes, Thank God for storm shutters. Aftermath is sometimes worse,,,,,2 weeks with no water or electricity.
joe
lovedly
Fri, 2015-01-09 17:12
you missed my comment
again!
Geremia
Sat, 2015-01-10 10:21
Not to worry. I will always
Not to worry. I will always respond, Thought I had,