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Random Acts of Poetry - Conversation Poetry

Having gathered sentences from several conversations all week long, I started two poems, and then Wednesday came.
Along with Wednesday came a tornado to my north Texas neighborhood and even though many sirens have blared and many close calls have occurred, Wednesday was the first time my 15 year old daughter was present to see the real thing. Our evening was happening; I was preparing dinner, my husband mowing the lawn (we knew storms were coming) and my daughter and 22 year old son were assembling a new porch swing in the garage. I wrote a poem to reflect the remaining part of the evening. (just now posting it because the electricity just returned!)

Sirens
(a family conversion)

There is a tornado warning
Rotation is forming, see there
Sirens are sounding, like a song.
I'm going in!
Mom, I am scared!

Look! Look, there it is!
That is it, it's so dark, there's a tail.
Where is Dad? Come inside!
The trees, will they break?
They bend to the ground.

I hope the power comes on, it's hot and it's dark.
Move our brush from the street
Lift the limbs from the pool
Pizza for dinner, if they'll come.
It's moved past us so we're safe.
A tornado was here.

Comments

L.L. Barkat said…
Love the energy and tension of this, gathered from the moment.
Lelia Chealey said…
That's neat Liz! Glad you penned that and shared it with us. And so thankful you are safe!!!

Flights to KC from Dallas are real cheap right now on Southwest. hint..hint. :)

love you,
Lelia
Laura said…
Liz! I have been MIA and missed all this! I too am grateful that you and your love ones are safe. Thank God.

And, I am so glad to see that you are taking inspiration from those difficult things.

Keep composing!

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