The sirens loudly sounded
I perked up in strange alert as my heart pounded.
My fingers grew cold
I wondered how long my breathing could hold,
A flood warning and a tornado on the ground
The eeriness was filled without a single sound
I crouched and shielded myself in that old basement
I could feel the air seeping into my empty displacement.
Suddenly and just as quickly as it had come... It had disappeared
I emerged from underground and took a look around, but everything looked weird.
My house still stood, but it favored one side
I had never feared anything enough to run and hide.
I looked to the sky and thanked god I was alive still
Unfortunately that wasn't the case for the neighbors on the hill.
Husband and wife had been killed
From their house to the yard was nothing but shrapnel from doorframe to feild
I stood and I cried
Why had two good people just died?
I didn't think it seemed fair
but did that mean god didn't care??
No
Because storms come and storms go...
Tree house is a house of forefathers
Roses beautify bed together
Enlisting its use which no one bother
Empty envy, loving hearts rather
Humidify the clay moulded by porter
Oath we should take either
Useful for future said by author
sensible use which do not destruct weather
Eternal joy of protecting it is wonder.
by:-
vrushani thaker
Hip roof house adorned
With a yellow wig that glows
From sun light dancing
(Go by this house many times in a week but happen by at a time when the
angle of the sun with such that the autumn colored leaves looked like a wig on
the house top.)
Electriconic connection
On a melting world
And my pain has completely lost her voice
Pajamas up since seven on the sofa now eleven
Where in abundance we can shiver the leaves and have our heads shake things out
Quarreling lovers are burrowing mothers are sorrowful daughters all terrible fathers we are
Pajama thirty now on the eleven-spot now “Zap-2-it” on-screen
I say all this because I love you and me though it's only because you love me that I love me
and know what love means
Can I paint broader strokes stepping out of the window of the house I am painting? Paint,
paint the colors of the paint?
Where were you when you were born: in a house or in a womb? On your mother or on the
ground?
Prefaces like precipices make modern living monolithic and rained on. Like how the flowers
need it.
I’m standing behind you now with your permission.
Hanging bow hanging bow
Bow bow bow
Hang bow hang
Let the rain wash the soiling regret
Make blood fill the veins of our roots
Blooming bloom blooming
Blooming asunder
As I depart from the
trail and into the
bushes I go.
Robin's tree house right
above my head, so many
fine birds, four or five I see.
Such a charming bird,
sounds coming from
them so gentle.
Robin's tree house by
the pond, but
hidden so well.
Goodbye my robin
chums, until
another grand day.
wrote 9-19-07 at Lowell ponds
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