hurricane

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)