Aftermath
(Matthew)
There is a square
Upon the
Ground
That has no sides
There were
Three walls more
Like pillars, a
Doorway, and more
There was life, and
I could name each
Part: mother,
Daughter,
Neighbor child,
Love
Spry forms that
I could see
And touch; now
None
Remains
I’ve come back to
The place
I heard it had
A name;
I no longer care
October 9, 2016 at 1:25 am
There seems like this building,, this square without sides, was a structure, a building. A home formed by people, but now the walls, it’s essential pieces are gone. How tragic.
October 9, 2016 at 4:13 pm
I’m glad the tragic part came through. Thanks Amanda, for noting that. I’m sorry for all the damage and loss the hurricane (now a storm) has caused. It was worst for Haiti, where hundreds have died and more have lost their homes twice over–in the recent earthquake and now due to Michael. Yes, upon the square there was a home.
October 9, 2016 at 10:00 am
a vividly described tragic poem. Sigh.
October 9, 2016 at 4:16 pm
Thank you for your descriptors, sister. They are the qualities in the work I was after making. Yes, the storm was tragic. Might still cause some new tragedy. Yes, sigh.
October 10, 2016 at 10:06 am
Oh. no one can indeed stop nature’s wrath.