the eye of the storm
 the waiting is the worst
knowing what is coming
not being sure exactly when
or how bad

stocking up on essentials
quickly bringing in from outside
all items not tied down
least they become missiles in waiting

no use in watching the news
nothing's happened yet
right now it's just talk and
endless image of past events

feel the first burst of its fearsome power
sudden violent gusts of wind
trees bending, snapping
under the strain

the eye is nearer now
the wind furious
potent and deadly
slashing indiscriminately
relentlessly

it is here, huge and merciless
no pity granted
buildings toppled, cars overturned
ancient trees, eons old
gone in an instant.












Comments:
 
Papak   Papak wrote
on 9/2/2009 2:46:57 PM
well done.

Michele   Michele wrote
on 8/29/2009 9:38:06 PM
Great tribute to the people who went through "Katrina" 4 years ago today

Jan   Jan wrote
on 8/24/2009 6:34:18 AM
we are lucky we don't have hurricanes in our place..i had never seen one..but i felt the dread of it as i read your poem..the fear of the people and the damages..this poem really paints the images on my mind..

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A Word from the Writer
I have written and re-written this several times, adding in and taking out words. The basic principle is the same; the oncoming hurricane, the fear it instills and the damage it leaves in its wake. In the last two weeks, Atlantic Canada where I live has had 2 hurricanes to deal with; Bill, mainly a wind event, and Danny who brought with 'him' a deluge of rain and caused major flooding.
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