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Wednesday, October 31, 2012

7 Last Call: 8:20 (when the lights went out)





8:20 (when the lights went out)

Doom does glow as moon’s ascent in full
bloom awakens earth’s unnatural
winds; their eerie howl infused with pain
kindles fear in hearts—it’s beat like rain
pounding down. 
                                   An evening full of dread
drowns out hope as lights do flicker dead.
Noise finds purchase – amplified – as dark
toys with raw emotions bound to spark.
Lightning flashes rattling each nerve
fighting hard for sleep’s sweet hold to curb –
numb – the raging thoughts. 
           As winds do moan
slumber grows into a distant groan.



A Storm Aside:  Yesterday, as Sandy pounded steadily on my doorstep, I took a moment to reminisce with a poem written in the darkness of Irene.  While inspiration for the poem (Winds of Emotion) had come from a Poetics prompt there was no doubt the storm played a role in its conception.  So it is no surprise, as I sat in the flickering light of candles, the storm managed to creep into my thoughts.  Unlike last time, I waited until the light of day to put this verse together.

A Form Aside:  Though I was not crazy enough this time to employ the sestina form (which was my form of choice during Irene), I did choose to toy with form.  This is written in Framed Couplets (with some extra line breaks thrown in for fun).



A Now Aside:  So no go on the power yesterday...or today.  Luckily the roads were clear enough for me to invade my friend.  My feet are now nice and toasty.  I hoping for like seven than ten day without power...

I'm going to try to make my way around at the pub, but with no power at home and horrid mobile service...



This is my offerings for this week's dVerse Poets Pub OpenLinkNight. If you get a chance, check out all of the talented poets who have stepped up into the spotlight.


7 comments:

  1. I really enjoyed this. Read it first and the listened to you read it out aloud. Could feel the power in it. The energy of the storm. Very effective.
    Sorry you lost your power, I've never in my lifetime known a single storm that was a 1,000 miles long (or was it wide) Unbelievable.
    Hope you have power back today.

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  2. Hopefully you will not have to endure too much discomfort. Fine writing on this, great pace and form to go with the content. Like Bren, I also enjoy the audio versions of your poems--keep it up!

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  3. storms can def be scary...i think back tot he derecho and watching the steel table slam into my car....ugh...there is power and chaos and you are left wondering what is coming next....you def capture well the energy of the storm...

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  4. I am definitely sure it was an evening full of dread. I commend you for writing anyway. I could never sleep during such a storm.

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  5. oh my...i can imagine how frightening it was..it was just scary enough to watch it on tv, but being somewhere in her path...well captured..

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  6. Great reading -- setting an eerie mood. I liked the personal stuff at the end that set the context. Thanx.
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  7. Oh I was having lunch today and we were talking about Hector and framed couplets. I think he was so pleased when the Washington Post picked up that form and credited him in using it for a contest. This is a brilliant use of that form. It's so difficult to do (well not as much as sestinas, of course..which I feel are achingly difficult) but still this shows a high skill level, and yet none of the work shows as it glides seamlessly. Brilliant!

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