October
O October.
How I love the sound of your name,
But not the presence
Of your hurricanes.
O October.
September gave us Helene.
And she was such a beast.
Just 13 days later,
You brought us Milton.
And he was a monster.
O October.
You are halfway to November,
With 16 more days to share.
Please 'stand down' if you dare,
And show us all that you care.
O October.
We were no match
For your monstrous storm.
Our lives have been shattered,
Twisted, and torn.
O October.
So many losses;
And so much pain
That will long remain.
O October.
I beg of you.
Help the Gulf waters to cool.
Please apply the Golden Rule.
O October.
So many have lost their homes;
And hundreds are forever gone.
Copyright © Curtis Johnson | Year Posted 2024
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment