Treasure Island

rosalinda flores rosevoc


Just How Can You Write In A Storm?


When your thoughts are not yours but the earths
When all you can do is wait
And grieve how others bear?

Just how can you write in growls of the sky?
And natures' anger and creature's woe
In waves of rain and thieves of grain
In turbulent seasons, echoes of pain?

Just how can you write, how can you think?
When words are sick, and you just pray
When sky is bleak and days are gray
When all's not well and the sun delays?

When your thoughts are not yours but the earth's
And your heart shakes like mountains
And your fear grows like mud,
You are an island in a box of chips

A drop of vaccine, an arrow in the wind
Tight hugs of air and hands that hold
Until in God's breath, bells chime!

Submitted: Tuesday, August 20, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, August 21, 2013

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On August 21,2013, during the tropical storm 'Maring' in the Philippines.

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  • Gajanan Mishra (8/20/2013 9:12:00 PM)

    hearts shake like mountain, good write, thanks.
    I invite you to read my poems and comment. (Report) Reply

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