Hurricane Warning

One flower almost gray
but visibly not

Brushed by a breeze on
concrete wet

Emerged from a crevasse
along the corner

Forced to hold on to its
limited yellow

Open to suggestion 

More than several
shapes take hold

On a distant wall of
wind emerged tornadoes

Spun in favor of the
days rotation

Coming in from the west

At a 90 degree
declination

Turns to be determined
left or right

Angles perpendicular to
the east

The eye wall wobbling
uncertain to reason

As gray turns to black

Rises with barometric
pressure

Collapsed on the
moments fragile flight

Palm trees hang
suspended, then animate

Fall like paragraphs
pinned down by wind

News wires bent on
facts lean in to learn

There to understand it

Hurricane begins,
uproots humanity 

Removes them like tooth
decay 

Electric lines freak
out, burn on orange red desires

Dangle in the wind in
pain without a smile

Touch puddles as
children walk by

Inclement weather does
strange things

Impacts
the storm track still intact

Leaves nothing behind
or to the imagination

Including its name
which is forgotten

Roads clear and are not
there

Traffic, trees,
people... Poof!..all gone

Storm warnings move on,
hunger for warmth

Looking for a tropical
paradise to wrong
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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September 17, 2017 at 1:36 PM
Tactile pen, a fave :) xomo
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September 17, 2017 at 3:30 PM
Hi Maureen, Thank you so much. I think I mentioned to you that I would be reworking this poem when my electric power returned. I lost my cell phone also. Thank God I had charcoals so I could make BBQ coffee. Thank you for returning to my revised poem. I appreciate your comments. Take care. Earl
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September 10, 2017 at 9:47 AM
Take care keep safe good luck dear poet. xomo
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September 12, 2017 at 1:44 PM
So happy to read you safe and sound :) I can only begin to imagine the mess. Godspeed
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September 11, 2017 at 5:32 PM
Hi Maureen, Thank you so much. We just got our power back. We sustained some property damage. I put up 1/2 inch plywood panels on all my windows. We did not dodge a bullet. We dodged a torpedo. I appreciate your concern. Take care. Earl P.S. I was trying to post a rework of this poem yesterday when I lost electric power. I'm going to try again soon. I'm very busy as you might imagine. Thanks again. Glad you enjoyed my poem. es
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