“they say” Elsa is on the way;
ready ourselves for the inevitability
of thunderstorms
yet the sun is skydiving
without a care in the world and
I’m growing skeptical.
I want to be prepared;
steer clear of windows and
shut down all electronic devices
in a timely manner;
I can’t help it–every time there’s
a storm, I hear my mother’s voice;
“Turn off those lights and
that damn tv! God is talking!”
shouldn’t I be mindful if
in fact, God IS speaking?
meteorologists are tapping their
pointers at markers on their
maps, unsure of exact touchdown
points yet “We should be on the
lookout” for damaging winds
and heavy rain
and every year, during
hurricane season, my anxiety
levels are heightened.
there’s a new storm named
ever other day, it seems . . .
why does the ocean argue
with the sky?
who is monitoring its raised voice
or defending the shores
and the pleading animals?
Elsa may show up with
a pent-up wrath buried inside
her and I say, “let it rip but
just have mercy.”
the souls of man
could use a cleansing.
by TRE
© All rights reserved 2021
Powerfully written and so right on the mark!! I really enjoyed how your poem delivered the message.
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Yes, trE is da bomb! We love her poetry! 😄
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Tony,
God is at work indeed.
Gary
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Thanks for reading, Gary! 😉
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There is something fascinating about the weather, large storms in particular. I enjoyed reading this.
Some time ago I wrote a poem (badly) about violent weather, called Stormy Love Affair.
https://jplmcewan.wordpress.com/2016/02/15/stormy-love-affair/
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Hey guys, check this out. James’s poem is real good! It makes me feel like I was right there!
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Thank you. I know it seems mad, but I love getting caught out in a tropical storm, not so much a British one though.
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Well, there’s always the increasingly crap weather we can talk about , TRE. Better get/ Praying to Good God; / better yet / Pray you’ve a lightning rod.
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Now why didn’t I think of that? A lightning rod could get us out of this mess! 😮
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Wow, guys! This is totally unexpected. Thank you! 🙏🏾
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Thank you for being such an excellent poet to begin with, trE. We continue to hope that our efforts might someday reach the quality of yours! 😀
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You’re most welcome. Puuuhhhlleeaaase, y’all have got this. I love what you guys share, poetry included. 🙏🏾💙
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You are kind indeed, trE. That means a lot coming from you. Thank you!
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Since I live on the Texas Gulf Coast and am very aware during hurricane season (June through November), this poem spoke to me.
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I’m kinda glad that this doesn’t happen where I live. It’s hard to imagine having to live under the constant threat of something like that!
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Awesome
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I love your Mom!
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Hee hee. Thanks for reading trE’s poem, Mary! 😁
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Interesting cleansing agent!
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That’s one way of putting it. 😂😁
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😁
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This is awesome! I love the imagery here!
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It’s just SO good, isn’t it?
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