Juanita Thorn Poet Verse

Willy Willy's

Looking out the window
At the street below
Watching life go by
As a strong wind begins to blow

People shielding their eyes
As dust whips up with surprise
Willy willy’s zigzag
As dirt partially blocks the skies

Keep your mouth shut, don’t inhale
As the dust becomes a veil
Coughing, choking, gagging
People stumbling in the gale

The street below in chaos
Nature showing who is boss
Unforgiving, unrelenting
Sane minds at a loss

Panic sets in...need shelter
People running helter skelter
Calm at last behind the glass
Safe, away from the assaulter.

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©copyright Juanita Torr
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Poet Destroyer A January 5, 2013 at 8:34 PM Juanita, a good poem,, followed by tragic,... one never knows what might hit... thank you for sharing...pd

Carol Eastman January 5, 2013 at 1:12 PM Interesting write to read. I'm in the desert with dust storms... Fortunately all seems to be a few miles away. When we were kids we played with the dust devils that whipped around. They weren't over 15 foot high and were spouting over grassy areas at my school. They were more play things to run thru...than any thing else.

Ayesha Karim January 4, 2013 at 10:09 PM I would've understood your poem more if I could relate to going through a similar experience because reading your poem leaves me with some blanks especially the images imagery and language

Andrea Dietrich January 4, 2013 at 8:16 PM a good poem on a dust storm. I like how you named him willy willy!!

Debbie Guzzi January 4, 2013 at 1:56 PM Welcome to Poetry Soup, the world has been having some real bad weather! Light & Love

Richard Lamoureux January 4, 2013 at 9:36 AM Have not experienced a dust storm but have choked on some smokey air from our big fire in 2003. Neither one sounds very good. You have painted a vivid picture with your words.

Jack Ellison January 4, 2013 at 7:43 AM Mine nemesis isn't dust... it's cold, frigid temps with blowing snow. Think I'd prefer the dust! Happy New Year!