We can tolerate anything
But not being overly loved
It feels like flood sometimes
And famine at other times
He deserts her when she is need
Yet drags her close when he is in need
He doubts her a lot
Criticizes her
And demands her explanations
Yet she gives even more
Because she loves him so much
She admires him
She wants him
And never wants to lose him
She can do anything for him
But who is going to explain
The suffocation of her heart?
He never understands the
Beat of her heart
Because that beat is HIM.......
Mist moved over the river flats,
beading cobwebs along the fence.
By dusk, raindrops gathered
and danced in the dust,
each small impact
summoning a hundred more.
By dawn, their bright insistence
drummed on every roof,
swelling down into the river
until it forgot its banks.
Freed from its borders,
the flood rushed to the lowest point—
the open cut.
It crossed the service road,
slipped past rusted gates,
and filled the excavation.
It lifted the warning signs,
worried black silt from the seams,
carried the company’s name away.
As the rain slowed,
a wetland took shape,
mirroring the sky—
a chorus of warbling and croaking fills the air.
A stalled monsoon trough over central Nepal
caused continuous torrential heavy rainfall
Slopes pushed up moisture from the Bay of Bengal
The catastrophe was looming large to befall.
Sudden breach of a moraine dam
Triggered Glacial Lake outburst floods
A surge of water and debris devastates
downstream, catching communities off guard.
Landslides continued to collapse slopes,
forming temporary dams that later burst
Steep valleys amplified runoff swift and fast
Flood of fury of all time unleashed the worst.
A compound climate disaster of twin sciences
Meteorology and geology to decipher in depth
monsoon extremes, unstable glaciers, terrain hazards
Perished hundreds of lives and left many homeless.
Sparse sensors, lack of predictive models a curse
Warrant real time glacial monitoring at source
With closely spaced weather station networks
And cross border early warning systems
…….Narayan Gadagkar
The experience came fast
As streams flooded my soul
I had thought of an encounter coming
But slowly slowly it walked away from my worldview
Time is such a tiny vehicle
Driving life away from plan
I least expected streams to vomit water like a sinking body
The experience came prepared
Forming river links in my soul
Even in my dream
Rivers keep running after me
I could see ornaments coming along too
I lost fishes to the running splash
Fishes i had feed with the sand of life
Life is so vegetative in the pond
And fishes are interspersed among grasses
The experience came wild
Along with rain to share a particular relationship with time
Today
A beautiful sun is set above us
Giving us a flourishing light
As cassava stems
Stand looking gracious
I believe the last face of the sky
Gives hope in abundance
Today is faithful with us
And it's close to the end of everything
flood waters rise, attentuate sound of rapids at base. a silent eeriness fills this space
Pregnant river banks overflow their Illinois limits
Bulging at the middle to finish in a rush of floods
Sweeping houses and tumbling cars away in minutes
Families inside implode, drown, down to their feet
Never to be found as they sink beyond sleep
Still the sky openly cries with more rain to come
A baby floats by in a basket made of straw
That’s all
the river of life
in flood a raging torrent
a delta many streams
Black Mud, Grey Ash
The water struck
and wiped a village
from the earth
A dreamland of golden wheat
gone in a single thunder
Trees stand empty
forgetting the lovers
under their shade
Silence waltzes
through the lanes
with destruction’s tune
Bangles
schoolbags
a lone flute
now ash
on the wind
And photos
hold our lives
breathing
in black mud
If a flood is coming to Kansas, I need a boat
a seaworthy vessel big enough to rescue others
Probably a pontoon boat is the best
They do not look easy to capsize or tip
I don’t even have to own it, I can rent it
Or just borrow it; I am not picky
But you will have to deliver it if there is a flood
in Kansas, which is not real likely
The sky darkens and thunder roars
The wind blows and the rain pours
Night turns to day with a flash of light
Preparing for the lightnings eventual strike
Sounds of Static Electricity crackles in the air
The sense of dread is almost to much bare
As the water level begins to quickly rise
Pulling people in to their demise
The flood destroys everything in its path
You are now witnessing gods wrath
As the water starts to subside
Revealing the bodies of those who died
The air is filled with the stench of rot and decay
Everyone will lose when Mother Nature comes to play
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
torrent
blackens the sky~
whips the oak, snaps the wires.
drowning roots clutch at fleeting earth~
gone.
drought
barren, cracked
worrying, dying, starving
farmland, weeds, water, mud
flowing, attacking, drowning
soaked, ruined
flood
Starts as a weep
A subtle slice through the silence
Tiny drops fall quiet and steady
All day all night no bother at all
Th journey of each drop
From sky to land
From reservoir to tap
The crisp fresh water flows
Breaking through the rubber gasket
Drip drip
Seeping down walls to windows
Shelves to floors
The slow unrelenting drip
Steady as a metronome
Consumes every second with metallic clinking
A tainted brown as it eats seals
Every drop speeds up
A click like a clock
Tiny drops turn to big drops
Holding back that torrent
A background noise turns loud
The mental torture of hearing a constant tapping
One turn of tap releases the pressure
Insanity reaching its peak
Before the inevitable flood
One action or moment can calm this
I wish I could cry.
Let my feelings out and be gone.
I'm drowning in my silence.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 2nd place 2026
My heart holds all of my firsts.
The first breath of life,
the first cry cracking out of my lungs.
It holds the rupture of a dam my parents tripwired,
so the flood has always won.
The guttural scream of you and sixteen,
a ruthless rise in your grip for the ripest fruit.
I was only trying to hold on.
To hold on to innocence like the sun prying
at time on the horizon just to catch a
glimpse of the moon.
My heart holds all of my firsts,
the shushed cries and soiled flesh
I did not pray or.
God crying in December’s fog
as you abandon me in winter’s thaw.
You are forgetful,
but my heart remembers all.
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