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The Undertow
Halfway up to Shreveport driving to outrun the storm I knew somehow there’d be no going back. There was no sign yet of water and the breeze was soft and warm but the skyline in the rearview mirror was black. … Continue reading
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Tagged aftermath, depression, disasters, Hurricane Katrina, New Orleans, weather
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The Storms We Name: an acrostic
H elpless in the laughing face of elemental change u nloosed as a pointed reminder that we each exist – r eally, at the mercy of the Mother’s loving hands, the r ight extending blessing, while the left removes our … Continue reading
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Tagged acrostic, catastrophes, daily poems, helplessness, Hurricane Katrina, New Orleans, weather
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What Remains is Greater
It matters not how much the wind may blow, nor if the seas should rise up through the floor; the anchor of my craft is sunk below, and I am to this spot moored evermore. Should this fierce season flail … Continue reading
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Tagged courage, daily poems, Hurricane Katrina, New Orleans, storms, stubbornness, weather
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Spring Cleaning
Today spring cleaning must begin for real: let winter’s dull and hibernating dust find ends of brooms; quick, scour away the rust to let the nearing sunlight glint reveal the sparkled surface that has long been marred by candles and … Continue reading
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Tagged cleaning, domestication, relationships, seasons, spring, weather
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Last Night’s Storm
Last night a storm rolled slowly in the thunder muffled by the air so heavy, like a mortar’s crack or heavy rifle silenced with a potato at its barrel end, wrapped in layers of gauze; it could only slowly make … Continue reading
Eliot’s Month, Not Mine
cywydd deuair hyrion April is the cruelest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain. — T.S. Eliot, from The Waste Land Again the winds are playing like knives, and … Continue reading
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Tagged cywydd deuair hyrion, daily poems, poetic forms, seasons, spring, The Waste Land, TS Eliot, weather, Welsh verse forms
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Night Rain: a cywydd deuair fyrion
Awake by chance, I watched a flicker in the dark clouds growing quicker. Drawn, I watched this fleeting wonder: the dull sound of distant thunder; the dreamlike build of slow suspense in too calm air still warm and dense; the … Continue reading
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Tagged awareness, cywydd deuair fyrion, daily poems, poetic forms, storms, weather, Welsh verse forms
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