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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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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
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14 comments:
Clean up? MySELF? Darling, that's what Goddess invented STAFF for! ;-)
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?
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
written with the edge of experience? hasn't it be a nature-violent year so far?
I always look forward to reading your take on the prompts, and you certainly didn't disapoint this week. Great Magpie Lolamouse!
Yes, indeed... from the beginning to where it is... after rain...
Ahhh, this is so beautiful Lola and so universe and its words.
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
Ah, the keystone is the key. Love this metaphoric piece, Mouse.
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
Life and the shelters we create are so precarious. I liked the modified repetition in this very much.
Good one, Lolamouse. Simple ideas turned into a great poem.
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.
wow.
cool...
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