Teacher’s Pet
This poem describes the storm created by the confluence of two personalities at cross purposes
hurricane
Too Dark
{This poem was written in the middle of the 2017 Atlantic Hurricane Season, one of the few for which we have had to resort to plywood, to board up our windows. I tried to give you a feeling for what it is like, to sit in the dark when the power is out, waiting …
This Fish
This is an ode to Hurricane Laura which just hit the Louisiana and Texas coast as a Category Four early this morning and which, well into today, has continued to barrel North over dry land. Like most Floridians, I’m sure, I have been watching this storm attentively, as its focus shifted ever …
Safer
{This is a response to What Pegman Saw. This week we are in Laos in SE Asia. I took a little detour from Vientiane to a place called Phonsavan in central Laos. This area is known for the Plain of Jars, which consists of 90 sites, with collections of large ancient multi-ton jars of unknown …
Dorian
{I wrote this poem in anticipation of a hurricane/tropical storm, heading, once again, for beleaguered Puerto Rico. The island was hit very hard by hurricane Maria in 2017 and is still rebuilding. It seems heartless, not to mention rude, for a storm to visit them again, so soon. My heart goes out to them. …
Hurricane Anthology
I hope you are all tucked up nice and safe, anticipating Hurricane Florence’s imminent arrival on the US East Coast. In case any of you are in the mood to just wallow in “hurricania,” I have plenty of posts to suit your needs. Since I live in Florida, thoughts of hurricanes occupy a huge …
Leviathan (August 29th)
Two storms developed by late June; July and August? Not a peep. I’m praying, as I go to sleep, Protect us, as I know one’s coming soon. In middle August, wind and rain Expelled us, from our Southern keep. The cat and babe watched Andrew creep And scour the land, and scatter pain. …
Evacuate
{This is in response to a prompt from What Pegman Saw. This week, the challenge takes us to Pripyat, Ukraine, a small town near the border with Russia, not far from Chernobyl. Thanks for the prompt and thanks for reading!} The Azure Swimming Pool, The Pripyat Ferris Wheel: A jewel in 1970, A shell in …
Beryl (Poem)
{This poem was written as Hurricane Beryl had just attained Category 1 status. I am indebted to a YouTube video by Steve Moriarty at MoreGems.com which explained various properties of beryls. All errors are my own.} They say that you are not a threat. They say that you are small. It’s true, you’re not …
Mayday (to the tune of Baa Baa Black Sheep) (poem)
{I’m including this ditty as part of my series Sixty Days , leading up to the 2020 presidential election, because it reminds us of some rather grim times, and the way the administration has responded to dire emergencies. This was first published in the summer of 2017, a very busy season for natural disasters. …
Enough of Hurricanes
I think we have had enough of hurricanes. Hurricane Harvey. Hurricane Irma. Hurricane Jose. And Katia, who lived for a short time in the Gulf of Mexico before the Mexican Earthquake upstaged her. When I wrote my last post, I didn’t seriously think that another tropical event could rival the intensity of damage that …
The Wind Beyond the Walls
Harvey, a Category 4 hurricane, plowed through Corpus Christi, Texas this past Friday. And reminded us all that hurricane season is upon us. The pictures and video, from Houston to Alabama, of the soggy path, where the remnants of the storm have lingered and dumped rain for the past week, horrify the soul. Images …