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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Monday, April 4, 2011

After the Rains

image from Magpie Tales 60
When your house is built on sandy ground
You learn to step softly
You don't make a sound

When your home is perched upon a ledge
You don't stomp your feet
You don't lean over the edge

When you know that the hurricane's coming
You lash your windows tight
You pile up the sandbags
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And settle in for the night

You pray the storm will pass you by
Or not hit you too hard
You hope that by the light of day
It doesn't leave you scarred

When you begin the clean up
After the rains

When your future's built on a shaky past
It's a leaning tower
Doesn't stand to last

When you feel your shelter isn't strong
The keystone's missing
Something's wrong

When you know that the hurricane's coming
You bolt your doors real tight
You grab up all your candles
And hope you keep the light

You pray that the storm will blow right by
Or not hit you too hard
And wish that by the light of day
It doesn't leave you scarred

When you begin the clean up
After the rains


submitted for Magpie Tales 60

14 comments:

Fireblossom said...

Clean up? MySELF? Darling, that's what Goddess invented STAFF for! ;-)

Christine said...

The first two stanza's are so captivating, some hidden meaning perhaps. I wonder if those are tears on the window sill of this house you write about?

versebender said...

Really cool how you transitioned from natural disasters to personal ones. By the way your Humpty Dumpty quote is one of my all time favorites. love your stuff. Vb

Isabel Doyle said...

written with the edge of experience? hasn't it be a nature-violent year so far?

120 Socks said...

I always look forward to reading your take on the prompts, and you certainly didn't disapoint this week. Great Magpie Lolamouse!

Krislin Neo, Ting (Syracuse Pike) said...

Yes, indeed... from the beginning to where it is... after rain...

honeyhaiku said...

Ahhh, this is so beautiful Lola and so universe and its words.

Kristen Haskell said...

So true, the fragility of the scarred can hope and pray for the shelter necessary to rebuild. Sometimes it is just that one friend offering a hand to make all the difference. Lovely poem

Tess Kincaid said...

Ah, the keystone is the key. Love this metaphoric piece, Mouse.

Olivia said...

When your future's built on a shaky past
It's a leaning tower
Doesn't stand to last..

I know this just tad too well! facing the wind with the transitional phase now- this too shall pass; but this time, I want to emerge as a winner like never before!

Your words are like flowing inspirational song a loner maybe singing to himself. With little hints of feeling scared and with prayers, there are words of wisdom spoken to self- encourage too..

I loved it!!
Hugs xox

earlybird said...

Life and the shelters we create are so precarious. I liked the modified repetition in this very much.

Trellissimo said...

Good one, Lolamouse. Simple ideas turned into a great poem.

Helen said...

There have been many rain storms in my life .. sounds as though you have had them too. Your poem was written by a survivor ~ a winner.

Jingle said...

wow.
cool...