in a place called Sandy...
felt a human storm
the crushing weight like
great wind driven tides
takes away the sun and air
a place suddenly beneath the sea
and a chill to the spirit;
frozen by sheer coldness of this day.
When finally falls to night, darkness
brings its cycle, yet some do not
close ends...missing ends, when Love suspends
flown into most difficult breath.
When the air is softened
slowed by beats of heavy hearts,
stilled by angel wings;
a sliver of Moon glistens
as the night also… has a fresh teardrop
4 comments:
Howard, this poem is so deep in meanings, some of them are on the surface and some are deep-hidden... it has a clear beginning -a storm, culminating in the sheer coldness, and a gradual fading of the darkness around, or the way you so skillfully expressed it:
When the air is softened
slowed by beats of heavy hearts,
stilled by angel wings...
these words give hope at least a flicker of hope, as the night also is able to shed tears...
I think there are moments beyond our ability to endure, it seems we simply survive them but are never the same; Hurricane and this sad school's town both had the word Sandy in it--and the latter was as if a hurricane fell within our souls--such ravage and destruction...life is always precious even in exquisite moments of its pain...H
Oh, Howard, you have said it so clearly, so powerfully. It causes me so much pain to hear these things and be able to do so little to change anything. Your poem helps a little, saying even the moon weeps.
Ahhh Susanne
I can only imagine the pain of the families, I dont see how people can go on without making a change now-- we shall see...PK
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