An poem using onomatopoeia in response to a dVerse Poets Pub prompt and the seemingly never-ending and scarily violent storms happening right now in our area.
6 Days without Power and Now This?
snap-crackle-pop
i wish this lightning would stop
thunder’s sonic boom
is impacting my Zoom
frequent power outages
spawn my shoutages
to mother nature - ayee!
can’t you let us be??
i’ve got work to do
and am tired of you
- the endless stormer -
downing trees and transformers
slap-slap rain and gloom
darken my working room
swooshing rising creek
threatens flooding by noon
mother nature - ayee!
can’t you let us be??
i’ve got work to do
and am tired of you
- the endless stormer -
downing trees and transformers
******
but please, come back
(sorry for the attack)
i just want your gentle kiss
and no more of … this
Storms, we’ve had storms! Two weeks ago yesterday, it was bad, bad, bad. We were left without power for 6 days and one hour – but we were so grateful not to have property damage and not to be harmed (others weren’t so fortunate). The storms raged back this week, three times, on three different days, and they are scary. Trees can be weapons during flooding and storms, as we learned years ago, shown in the post below about our big bad bang of trees falling on the house in 2016.
We haven’t had any trees fall on the house this time, but the fear remains. So when I saw this morning that the dVerse Poets Pub prompt from Bjorn yesterday was about writing a poem using onomatopoeia, and we were in the midst of a big lightning storm, the first lines of this poem immediately popped into my head.
snap-crackle-pop
i wish this lightning would stop
Do I sound melodramatic? Check out what Wednesday’s lightning storm did to a tree about ¼ mile from us:
I’m not really mad at Mother Nature, as the poem suggests. I know this isn’t her preference.
© 2024, Glover Gardens
Ayee! That poor tree! ⚡️
Ayee! is sometimes all you can say.
So scary, and so much devastation that a storm can create… also scary we are so dependent of power these days. The vulnerability is really too large (but it will cost to protect us)
Yes, you have nailed it. The feeling of helplessness, nay powerlessness, was rampant. Everything we do is based on power and technology.
Oh, that’s horrific what happened to the tree!
frequent power outages
spawn my shoutages….. love that and can well see (hear) why
Oh dear…dramatic yes….but the evidence is clear….
You had quite a storm. Great for your poem. Not so great for you. That must have been a hot lighting strike on that burning tree!
Yes! A phenomenon that’s unpleasant about pine trees is that they can LOOK normal, but BE diseased. This one was dead inside, dry and probably eaten up by pine beetles, which is why is became tinder so fast. We have lost over a dozen pine trees in as many years here at Glover Gardens, but we still have 17, and I look at them daily wondering which ones are treacherous. I hate feeling that way, because I LOVE trees… but when they can land on your house, it’s different. Thank you for reading and commenting!
You are welcome! Nature is doing your culling out of the bad pines for you. It always sad to loose a tree.