Flood

Flood

A Poem by Robin
"

it ain't pretty

"

turning stones

in a sunless chasm

an echo screams

these white walls roar of urgency

as instincts scramble to escape a fatal pause

frenzy marked in deep breaths

tears plead to the night  

as her heart sinks in surging waters

 

winter hasn't been kind  

futile fingers obsess on the peeling paint

of her sinking home

rusted tractors dormant in the field

where the night worries

and the sunrise breaks promises

she feels it slip , and watches helpless

dreams slide under the flood

 

and here ..

from the high ground  

isolated inverted islands

dot these still rising waters

where from concrete shores

dories carry goddesses

a sacrifice to the sea

to learn to breathe under water


© 2010 Robin


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Awesome. You know, this caused so many images to flash through my mind. I started thinking about hurricanes...then oddly enough, the little mermaid (kill me, please!). Then, manatees and pirates who thought they were mermaids, and how close they've gotten to extinction...

It ain't pretty, but the flow, and the words, are. Nice work.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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"...and the sunrise breaks promises" ...touching words

Posted 13 Years Ago


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This was wonderful! I actually felt the need to hold my breath!

Posted 13 Years Ago


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One word, Fantastic!


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'sunless chasm'..i am still stuck at that phrase..i loved that little phrase.When we stand here on firm ground within steady walls little do we realize the plight of those who live in constant fear of losing their homes and all they have put together over years to the wrath of the floods.In fact it is hard to imagine the sufferings after a natural calamity.Very well thought..

Posted 13 Years Ago


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speechless...

Posted 13 Years Ago


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This is an intense piece Robin. Instantly I was transported to the floods after Katrina. Where hard working, salt-of-the-earth people have this misfortune at times to lose everything they work so hard for at the whim of nature. This highlights the hopeless feeling as a life's work is ripped away and shows the isolation of these people (from the high ground,isolated inverted island) as they wait for help...on rooftops.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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eerie, loved this one, keep it up!

Posted 13 Years Ago


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rusted tractors dormant in the field
where the night worries
and the sunrise breaks promises

Now these are lines I wish I'd written. Fabulous stuff, Robin.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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incredible cinematic splash of colors beckon emotional responses followed by mediatative perusal of the deeper depths~

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chilling.................

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