Speechless in the face of storms
We are gone beyond the wind whirling
words away
as she catches your breath.
So many storms, so much strength
to comprehend, now we require euphemisms,
duly delivered.
Extreme weather events.
After heart attacks I was later
asked about my cardiac events.
Wrestling with the wind
we are lost for words.
If storms no longer lash the coast
do they pummel, pound or paste?
If intense depression is no longer deep
enough is it vicious, violent or vast?
If the seas are beyond raging
are they squealing, screeching, shrieking?
Gales, strong gales, storms, violent storms, hurricanes,
all distinctions blurred now,
words losing meaning.
We know the drowned streets,
flooded farmland, starving animals
stranded on new made islands,
we know what we see,
we know what we fear
but sometimes
words fail us.
Marvelous Poem 🙂 Happy Friday~
Fantastic poem, Kevin!
Wave after wave after wave – words at will Kevin – wonderful.
great work…:)