Barbara Barry-Nishanian Poet Rhyme

After the Hurricane

AFTER THE HURRICANE

After the hurricane, usually,
so little’s left behind.
The winds, winds, the howling winds,
keep howling … in my mind.

Inconceivable, I’m not dead,
somehow, someway, alive
Must get going and start searching,
other souls … help revive

Winds were tossing roofs here and there, 
trees were stripped of their bark.
When trapped in tangled rubble,
felt … naked, bare, and stark.

Excruciating to look around,
no sounds of life can hear.
The vastness of destruction,
Is far away … and near.

After the hurricane, dear God,
who’ll help helpless survive?
Ordinary folks who become,
earth angels … in disguise. 



November 13, 2020

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Kim Rodrigues November 14, 2020 at 5:03 PM So wonderful! Yes, be an earth angel! Barbara Barry-Nishanian November 17, 2020 at 8:09 PM Hi Kim, Thrilled to get positive feedback after not writing for over a year. Thank you. Please stay safe.