Thursday, November 14, 2013

Of storms

In storm's eye, houses fell as if they are matchsticks, burnt black, thinned of fire.





Streets awashed with debris, smelled of pissed fear & dead fish with blameless eyes.  

She walks with her nose covered by towel, damp of tears and meal prayers.     

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Your words a flint, hungry for air, reaches for my lips petalled of rain.


Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - First 3 lines are about the plight of the people in the Philippines after the storm. My thoughts and prayers are with them.   

Thanks for the visit ~

44 comments:

  1. Ah how great you captures these....Especially the second one, where the meal prayers really created that ah moment for me :-)

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  2. oh heck..you brought the scenes more alive than those i saw on tv...glad you wrote about what happened and happens on the philippines right now... great job grace

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    1. They still need help as much of the aid & food are not yet reaching them ~

      Thanks Claudia ~

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  3. Grace, you express what many of us want to say. Thank you for writing of this unspeakable pain. My heart is with those people.

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  4. Poignant and sad, Grace. The second one is especially evocative of the Philippines' plight.

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  5. Oh! Those words do picture the destruction. Very well penned.
    And that last one is really something... the words reaching for your lips... :-)
    -HA

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  6. Grace your third one is the best I've seen. >KB

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  7. Evoking the situation in the Philippines was not easy but you have done it in a very subtle manner, Grace! I find the second one very evocative and powerful.

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  8. heartbreaking and beautifully written - such sadness and devastation - K

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  9. all are excellent, Grace; I especially favor the 2nd.

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  10. These are fantastic. My favorite is the third.

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  11. This is good and real raw poetry. Poignant and pertinent as well.

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  12. A sterling rock the Ginsbergian prompt, American haiku with a purpose; not just free-floating associations like mine, which are more like your fourth one. This challenge really stirred up the Pub.

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  13. Your lines evoke the plight of the Filipinos right now.

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  14. Wonderfully emotive. My heart is with so many people, so much destruction.

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  15. Wow, you captured so much in storm. Good. good. I particularly felt the present tense of your third one, and want to suggest you put the first two in the present as well. Your words, my ears, and then, see? I'm talking again through un-petaled lips!

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  16. pissed fear and dead fish with blameless eyes...wow...what a description eH? ugh can you imagine the clean up in the after....and all that was lost...having been through a flood i get a small picture but its devastating...

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  17. You didn't have to say - the images from new pages and television condensed in your first few lines. Excellent.

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  18. Number 2...so deeply hungary...as I reach for a second helping. and -O-O-O-O-O-O-
    inspired meditation.

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  19. Thinking of my friends (and/or their families) in the Philippines, your words evoked deep emotions. Sensitively done - and I thank you for that.
    Anna :o]

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  20. I think i'll invest in a pair of nose plugs now lol awful what mother nature can do sometimes

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  21. the sense of sadness in this poem is so strong...having seen first hand the devastation from hurricanes and tornadoes... none as bad as the Philippines ..it is frightening what the wrath of Mother Nature can do...

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  22. Very moving and poignant artistry Grace. x

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  23. That second american sentence is powerful. All three together speak of the tragedy and pain after the storm.

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  24. I love how your poetry is always so timely. You have a huge heart my friend.

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  25. Very well done. I got right away what it was about. Storms are scary, scary things for sure.

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  26. This turn of events has left my heart broken from heaviness..so much pain and suffering..

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  27. Lovely tribute to the tragedy in the Philippines. The last one is soft & romantic :)

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  28. Very deep descriptions...all we see and know, but you give it a voice...

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  29. Well expressed your vision of destruction. You picture for us a suffering hard to comprehend.

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  30. Very very poignant! heart and prayers go out for them

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  31. love, love, love. the Streets awashed sentence has me reeling. Stunning imagery and evocative alliteration. Flint and petaled lips is a brilliantly executed juxtaposition. I'm sure Ginsberg would be honored.

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  32. Tragic and you captured it so well.

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  33. Powerful I can sense and smell your poem~!

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  34. Grace-I feel your imagery but despise that we still refuse to do all we can to diminish our part in these huge storms.

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  35. This was sadly beautiful, Grace. As always, thank you.

    Have a wonderful week.

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