Unfortunate Turn of Events
No one saw it coming.
Hills. Valleys. Bluffs.
They’re not conducive to tornadoes.
Technology changes everything,
showed this one developing.
And so it came.
Middle of the night.
Cars and houses sailing.
Walls in pieces.
Ours still over our head.
Close enough to go down
to the corner and see
the damage. Feel lucky.
It’s said they turn
This one twisted right past us.
A tornado passed within a mile of our home last night, causing extensive damage in Jefferson City, Missouri. Several homes and businesses were destroyed. There were injuries, but no fatalities.
Image source: fox2now.com – aerial photos of damage
& screenshot of local news
Two Hearts in Love
Would rain have made any difference?
What is grass without water?
Each would welcome it.
Allowed to flow, growth will
follow. A benediction.
Vows spoken in the open air would gather
on each raindrop, bringing life,
as each leaf, each blade, would
gather those raindrops.
Instead, those words were carried
by sunlight that shone on those
who welcomed them into their hearts, all
sharing in the love, this day.
Yet it was not sunlight, nor was it rain
that made this day possible.
It was two hearts in love.
With the whisper of waves brushing the skin
of my kayak beneath and beside me,
the dance of a shower on my skin
in the sensuous tease of a long caress,
or immersion at great depth with sunlight
filtered until I am as one with my nature,
both within or without, I am
with water, and I am complete.
The prompt for , from Amaya at dVerse, is to write a poem that explores what a cosmology says about the writer. Of course, mine would involve water? Poetics: In My Element
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Sternzeichen Fische (Johannes Regiomontaus – 1512)
Magic of the Oracle
The light in a breeze.
The perfume of the stars.
With her many voices,
breathing her soft laugh,
she dazzles as she celebrates.
Always, if we listen.
With help from The Oracle at Magnetic Poetry, this poem
is inspired by Merril Smith’s . All the Questions
If you want to try magnetic poetry, you can do it online, . here
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Consulting the Oracle, by John William Waterhouse
Too Many Variables
We had a theory, but we took it
for fact. What is a formula,
when there are no constants?
There is no resolution
in a constant state of flux,
going forward like standing still,
a clean slate the only solution.
The prompt for , Poetics: Theories of Everything and Anything
from Merril at dVerse, is to write a poem about a specific theory,
to write a poem that uses the word “theory.” or
I chose the latter.
All of life is change. To deny so
is a mistake too often made.
We recognize growth in our children.
Why not so in ourselves?
Opportunities arise. Tragedy strikes.
Each has the potential to affect our attitudes,
our outlook on life, those effects
trickling down so that we are not
as we once were, who we once were.
I have not embraced my change, and stumbled,
recovery coming only after acknowledging
that the product of that change is who I have become.
is to write “a poem that meditates on an emotion you have felt powerfully.” As suggested, I’ve opened with a declarative statement. The prompt for NaPoWriMo.net Day 29
Between the Lines
Seek, but do not assume, truth in verse.
His words are not my thoughts.
Hers are not my beliefs.
While much of poetry is dialogue,
how much of dialogue is lies,
and how much misunderstood?
Finding wisdom is not guaranteed,
yet truth is there for those who recognize it.
is to write a meta poem – a poem about poetry. The prompt for NaPoWriMo.net Day 28