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Written on November 27, 2024

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Buckets of rain, boisterous as thunder, wrecked September’s farewell, flooding the mountains, the hills, the rivers and creeks. Wild and livid, coloring the air in streaming tears, erasing the faintest feel of a hopeful prayer. The moment spun out of control and I could feel my heart breaking, my mind quaking, my spirit shaking, as the mountain slid beneath the waters who weren’t necessarily hungry for their trees, but still, the rain forced the oaks, the pines, the birch, to uproot and slide with the same dark fury as the rest of the dirt, the mounds of black earth, slithering, slipping, skating to a place it wasn’t meant for. Sometimes on the tops of houses, other times on the tops of roads, always into moments they had never reckoned for. The despair tore through my mind, wiping out the rain and time stood still, quieting the roaring that was too loud to miss. Yes, I missed it. The sound was gone. All I could hear in my ear was the monotonous rain, pouring out its dread, its deafening rage, stilling my hopes and causing me to fear something that was so beyond my control. So wild and so violent. I saw Hurricane Helene change my whole world, the world of so many who knew her pen, and still, I found a way to shed her shadow and disengage her haunting. I found a way as so many others did. While the mountain slid and my heart felt afraid like it never had, I knew that the strength of mountain hearts would go on and on because God is still more powerful than her pen. So, even though I can’t erase her permanent ink, I can say, though I’m changed, I know what it means to let go and let God, to still believe that life is good. rain dripping, clinging ricocheting on waters remaining brutal

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Date: 12/16/2024 5:49:00 PM
Dearest Gina, such potent, captivating writing! I was especially struck by "Wild and livid, coloring the air in streaming tears, erasing the faintest feel of a hopeful prayer" -the horror of such natural power, the horror of helplessness felt inside, it torches the heart! Indeed, "So wild and so violent", "Hurricane Helene", Hell on Earth! Your vivid imagery brings me to the harrowing eye of the storm with you. Your last line "I know what it means to let go and let God, to still believe that life is good." is so impactful! Congratulations for your success in Tom's contest. Warmest wishes, love and hugs to you, my sweet poetry friend. I'm so glad to know you're safe.. ~Susan
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Date: 12/15/2024 10:56:00 AM
You always write so well on any theme. We were right there with you through the terror, the horror in those fleeting moments, the brutality of nature gone amok. Interestingly, my wife and I were vacationing in a mountain cabin in Franklin NC, 1 hour from Asheville as Helene came thru. Thankfully, we made it out unscathed
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Date: 11/27/2024 9:07:00 PM
Oh my gosh Regina, your pen has gripped me. How horrible that you all had such trauma through that nightmare experience. I praise God you were spared from death in that terrible catastrophe.
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Regina Mcintosh
Date: 11/27/2024 9:10:00 PM
I'm trying to share the moment of our landslide, but it can't really be described. thank you, sweet friend. God bless you. love, Gina
Date: 11/27/2024 12:37:00 AM
beautifully written, touched by the grace yann
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