Love in the Time of Katrina

Love in the Time of Katrina

 

The wind swept through the backyard

bending trees like kindling,

howling windows,

making them sing

a cyclone song

filled with sorrow’s ache

and love’s loss.

I remembered these winds

as I sat on the back porch

watching Winter’s snow

cover the field and trees

with white.

 

It might seem strange

that an August tempest

would come to mind

in the midst of

a March snow squall,

but then, it is also strange

that love can die

like a hot Summer breeze

as it rustles the leaves,

leaving everything in humidity’s grip.

 

They say, there is a calm

before a storm,

and clean air

and clarity afterward.

This is a gross lie,

as love’s storm,

like Katrina,

leaves only devastation

and hopelessness.

 

It’s a natural disaster

made worse

by man-made social relations.

 

Aztec Warrior/redzone 3.6.19    

Author's Note

....thanks for reading....

Reviews

[barleygirl]

I am very impressed the way you weave the idea of "catastrophic storm", straddling the literal & figurative meanings. While most of your poem is word-crafted in more melodic tones, in a couple spots it feels like you've burst thru the artful facade & you give it to us in a more raw way. All this is intriguing, as it relates to how it might feel in either situation of stormy battering (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Great song choice, too!

[kentuck14]

Red,
Great poem . . . Yes, a truly great blend of nature and human storms. I particularly like the meditative feeling . . . "left in humidity's grip."
Tom

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this is really a good blend of nature and love...and how hurtful storms can be in both...how our emotional side is left with devastation after some heart storms...we don't feel like we have gotten better...we feel worse for the wear and too scared of the next storm to start rebuilding...
j.