Cyclone Fani

By skinner_jennifer

Sun, 05 May 2019
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May 3rd 2019.

 

 

How cruel life

Proceeds as

Fate deals that

Mighty blow,

 

Homelands

Washed away

On tides of

Uncertainty,

 

We'll watch with

Heavy hearts those

Waking hours

Pass in void –

 

Glimpse cherished,

Fragile mishmash

Beaten with no

Mortal to blame,

 

Only tenacious

Winds know why

Those pernicious

Acts are performed,

 

Commanding

Helter-skelter

That summons

Anguish,

 

Hear how

Wailing

Rapes

Landscape,

 

Whips cracking

Each blessed

Home till all

That's left is despair.

 

Bosom of family

Brought to its

Trembling knees

By devastation,

 

Searching for that

Keepsake, a special

Object that says

All is not lost.

 

 

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Comments

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

We have so little real trouble with weather woes here! The 'wailing' and 'whipping' of the winds was very evocative.

Hearing of its coming I remember just lifting up in prayer those people, and I gather there was more useful preparation than in the past and much saving of lives as a result. I'm sure those alive are not too sad if it only their little treasures that are lost, but must help each other rebuild. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Rhiannon,

It was so sad to think that all those people have lost so much, and makes me realize how lucky I am to live where I do.

I was just so moved I had to get this poem down and express my feelings.

Thank you for reading and letting me know how you felt.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

"Glimpse cherished,

Fragile mishmash

Beaten"

these lines are so true Jenny. To come out of the safe place and find everything gone, no water, electricity, no work, shelter, food. It must be like being on another planet. How to even begin to make a place you can live. And trying to look after children in all that, or old people. Your poem gives a strong feeling of the hugeness of the storm, with a ray of sunshine at the end

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

You are so right Di, trying to piece together everything so that there's a light at the end of the tunnel must seem so daunting, especially for the old, and probably does seem like they're on another planet.

I remember people who lived near flood planes in this country coming together to help each other, I really hope that those in India do the same, and it brings villagers closer. 

Thank you for your kind words and shared thoughts.

Jenny.