Public Domain Photo from Pixabay.com; Poem by Kat Myrman
come dawn, the aftermath
carnage marks its path
the tempest’s brutal wrath, leaves us numb
~kat
Day 16’s Florescence for Jane Dougherty. We are entering the stormy season here. It’s the battle of the seasons and the elements repeated year after year. What is laid waste we restore over and over, collecting the salvageable remnants, while mourning the lost. This is a random seaside photo of the aftermath of a storm. Last night, several neighboring towns less than an hour from where I live were flattened by tornadoes. I thought about using a photo from the news had captured the damages this morning, but it is too soon I think. Too soon.
April 16th, 2018 at 3:11 pm
Sounds grim, but you turned it into a good poem 🙂
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April 16th, 2018 at 7:03 pm
Several people did not fare well. They’ve transformed the middle school into a shelter for those whose homes were razed. 😢
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April 17th, 2018 at 5:00 am
You get some extreme weather over there.
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April 17th, 2018 at 6:46 am
We do. Which is probably why talking about it is a national passtime. 🙂
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April 17th, 2018 at 8:37 am
It certainly seems like an exciting topic of conversation!
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April 17th, 2018 at 10:46 am
It helps to pass the time and divert us from the news about our president cavorting with stormy’s and playboy bunnies…and foreign dictators! 😀
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April 17th, 2018 at 10:48 am
He’s getting boring.
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April 17th, 2018 at 10:57 am
so long as he doesn’t get us all blown up, I’m good.
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April 17th, 2018 at 12:05 pm
That’s maybe a lot to ask…
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April 17th, 2018 at 2:20 pm
So Tragically Beautiful. 😎🥀😎🥀😎🥀😎🥀
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April 17th, 2018 at 4:43 pm
It is Dorna. 😦
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