hurricane

“ROCK YOU LIKE A HURRICANE”

 

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Make sense, make sense of scariness by structure

Journalize the fear

So I mind-say Dear Diary:

 

We know each other

On the strength of our poetry

Generously offering me

A place to stay, words of comfort

On this horrible day

Invitations arrive from

Friends and family

In overwhelming kindness

Yet, I cannot see bringing

Three dogs with me

 

Hours before Irma comes ashore

Heading for the motel

Driving down deserted Main Street

Might be the coming of

The Zombie Apocalypse

But it is merely a Category 5 Hurricane

 

Settled in sanctuary

Dogs dreaming on strange beds

Tapping my tablet

Social media taking away

The dread of loneliness

People care, even if we never met

So as I sweat

In a hotel without electricity

I think about the positives

Of Facebook, WordPress and Twitter

 

Dogs need trees

To lift their legs

So in the dark we walk

Incessant rain jabs the skin

Like plucking a splinter

With a pin

And as the wind becomes wilder

A cold, preternatural sensation

Lifts my curly hair above the nape

 

Twenty-four hours after

Prime bands from Irma

Begin to dissipate

A half rainbow appears

Been too many years

Since I believed that

Rainbows are a sign of happiness

And love to come, staying forever

Whether we go over or under it

But I ask for health and strength anyway

Always wise

To compromise

Never burn your bridges

Believe until the end

For we never know

 

Trepidationally driving home

Wondering if a Live Oak fell

Onto my tin trailer roof

Or if a long-term power outage

Renders my water well pump fruitless

My air conditioner within silent reach

Streets blocked by fallen trees

Flooded with muddied water

No humans seen in this continuing cataclysm

 

Will all end in anarchy

Without electricity?

But oh, as I bump along my dirt road

Pull into the marshy drive

Delicate banana trees broken at the spine

I see a beautiful sight

On! On! The outside light!

 

So grateful because I know

Many people lost their lives

Lost their homes

Maybe even lost their faith

In the battering wind and rain

This time, I received a gift

Thank you, thank you, thank you…

 

© 2017 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: Hurricane Irma, Naples, FL (cnn.com)

 

*YouTube video: Scorpions, Rock You Like A Hurricane https://youtu.be/Ypq1FsSXdbE

 

 

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ALL OK!

Hey, just got home and wanted to do a quick thank you.  Waited out the hurricane at a motel that lost power but had really thick walls.  We were quite lucky that Irma stayed on land; would have been worse if it tore along the Gulf.

What a beautiful sight to see all the Live Oaks standing (instead of crashing through  my roof).  They did shed a lot of branches but they’re ok. Best of all, the electricity was on! Priority was making coffee and turning on the air con  🙂

One small tree uprooted and took out the well pipe. No water at all, but I had filled the washer before leaving and there are about 10 gallons of drinking water from the R.O.U. (Reverse Osmosis Unit). Fortunately, my roomie is a hoarder, so he’s busily gluing and fixing a new pipe that will hopefully work.

Anyway, just want to thank you for your good thoughts, vibrations and prayers.  Certainly seemed to work for me. I know there are people not so lucky and even a few miles away, in Elfers, the Anclote River will crest today, going up 25 feet. Mandatory evacuation there, but many of us don’t really have anywhere to go. So good wishes to the Elfers residents.

 

You’ve all been busily writing and I promise to try and read everything, although I may not comment.

 

Sastimos! (good health, and of course, love and peace to us all)

 

 

HURRICANE…WILL BE OFF WORDPRESS

Raining. Irma getting closer. So if you read my poems you know I live in a tin trailer that cannot withstand a hurricane.  There is only one shelter here that has room for 100 dogs.  Only 2 per family (I have 3) and no so-called “aggressive” types (Max is a Rottweiler mix and going blind but he wouldn’t be welcome). So I got the roomie to agree that we MUST get out of here.  I have a list of motels. Unfortunately, don’t really know when we can go. Neither of us can drive in rain or dark. But I also have a list of 24-hour Walmarts and we can sleep in the car in the lot and use their bathroom.  All this is to say, I may not answer you on FB or WP but I do have a smart phone and should be able to get online by cell tower.  Will try to post when I know something.  Wishing all my Florida friends and family strength and safety! Wishing all my family and friends the same…

BIKE FEST TO MAKE IT ALL GO AWAY

HOPE EVERYONE SAFE. I FEEL VERY LUCKY BUT I KNOW THERE WAS A LOT OF DESTRUCTION. GRATEFUL TO BE ALIVE AND CELEBRATED A BIT!  WILL READ AND COMMENT ABOUT YOUR EXCEPTIONAL BLOGS/POETRY TOMORROW…

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High on the wind

Stumbling a crooked trajectory

Feel drunken, drugged

Decompressed

Sitting through the Bike Fest set-up

Blown palm branches to be avoided

Heat, clouds

AC/DC’s TNT blasts

I shout along

Bopping my head

Food aroma

Crustacean sandwiches

Philly steaks

Funnel cakes

Coffee beans permeate

My eyes so sandman-heavy

With post-hurricane

Cauldrons of assaulting scents

Christina Rossetti asked

“Who has seen the wind

Neither I nor you”

But we have seen what the wind can do

Tired yet alive!

Undefeated champion of another storm…

 

© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: 2016 Hurricane Matthew

YouTube video, AC/DC TNT  https://youtu.be/kR6pxe8jaMs

EVACUATION

 

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What price happiness

When a hurricane claims dominance

Over small pleasures

But the things I love

Are now liabilities

Like huge Live Oak trees

Swaying

Precursor to toppling

On a mortgage-free

Tin trailer

Sitting innocuously

By a swamp

Soon to flood

Possibly

Shelter from a storm

Impossible

With four dogs

I thought portability

Was a safe way to live

But no room at the inn

Or hurricane shelter

For dogs

The simple life comes

With great cost

No sense to rave

But through it all

I wonder which

Ukulele I should save…

 

© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

YouTube video, Rolling Stones, Gimme Shelter https://youtu.be/RbmS3tQJ7Os

IMAGE: 2004 Hurricane Jeanne tree missing my trailer, just…

 

So my friends, once again I’ll be off-line.  The hurricane will be worse on the Atlantic side but because the winds are so powerful, the powers that be are evacuating trailer trash like me.  Thanks, as always for all your likes and comments.  Hope to be back soon.  Stay safe if you’re in the path!  Clarissa

BE PREPARED *

 

Two weeks gone, still packed

Unpack already!

Home

Hurricane

Might as well leave clothes

And stuff

In my backpack

Suitcase

Colorful luggage tags

I-D-ing me

In case I become a body

Floating around the swamp

Hurricane season ends

The thirtieth of November

Maybe I’ll unpack then

 

*Girl Scouts of America Motto (they prepped me a little too good)

 

© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

BALVALORI (WIND)

hurricane chaos 2004 Jeanne
Winds have a wondrous way

Of nudging us toward adventure

Warm wind stroking, teasing

Promising a life of ease and luxury

Cool wind puffing us up

Encouraging ambition

Whispering: This way, let me push you

Toward your destiny

Aggressive wind, mixed messages

Producing anger

Or even lust for

All of life’s offerings

Extracting life-giving moisture

Burning a face fever-red.

 

But escalating wind

Remains most menacing of all

Tornado wind

Hurricane wind

Strength through invisibility

Raising neck hairs making us

Preternaturally aware of danger

From an ancient, barely-used

Segment of our brain

Choose flight

Because fight is impossible!

Run from the wind

Run and do not stop

Run like a pack animal

Fearing aloneness

Moving through luckless landscapes

To escape chaos

And reunite with order.

 

Winds occasionally have a wickedness

We unfortunately witness…

 

© 2015 ViataMaja, Poezija

(Image: my back yard during Hurricane Jeanne 2004)