Last week, my hometown of Columbia, South Carolina was devastated by flood.
As I do, I responded to it by co-creating poems with Facebook friends. For me, poetry is the way to say the feelings even when they are overwhelming. Here are my 2 poems. Flood Days Saturday lay to rest an officer under Serendipity of moisture from the coast A blessed tomorrow to offer Rain and perturbation at most Solidarity in the Acres giving Alms to translate ghastly into comfort Sunday deluge during sleep Serenity broken by antediluvian baptism Hope and honor and salvation Logjam on the radio Helicopter rescue lines fall Into grateful golden connection Monday a fresco of spaghettification Rise and boil coffee as Devine Becomes a fluid meditation Colloquial and vacuous words spoken More restless expulsion Sleepless and prayerful devastation Tuesday hope and sunshine Volunteer under stillness of apocalypse Until mischievous dams recede Strong and fragile cannot breathe Load cars and then with gratitude Reenter home in frustrated relief Wednesday pray to Yemaya and water And your mama in her faithfulness While trucks pour rocks into the mess And sand is dumped by Chinooks Repeat the word grateful till Your back teeth crumble into goodness Flood Nights Sleepless I see you, tossing and turning, Exhausted except for the dreams burning Thankful within you of what could have been Wet vac and suction, loss and slow motion Warrior pose as you stand in the dark Soaked in your heart watching more dying Sunshine comes slowly on nights like this Inopportune moments of shadows blocking Moist morning coming once night is done.
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AuthorCassie Premo Steele, Ph.D., is the author of 13 books and a writing coach. Archives
November 2015
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