We know she’s out there
Churning on the horizon
Her name on our lips
Feverish dervish
Frantic dance for the ages
Spinning tirelessly
Irma, we feel you
Whatever slights you’ve suffered
We will bear your pain
Recognition
We know she’s out there
Churning on the horizon
Her name on our lips
Feverish dervish
Frantic dance for the ages
Spinning tirelessly
Irma, we feel you
Whatever slights you’ve suffered
We will bear your pain
A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.
Doing the best I can with what I have
kind of sad, but not so bad with cheese. cheese not provided.
My streams of thought meet here
Conceptual Photographer and Writer
Ramblings
Killer Fiction
Music and Storytelling
Besteesydian
A bit of this...A bit of that...bit of everything...come on in...
Life in a flash - a bi-weekly storytelling blog
MARK PETRUSKA | WRITER
Short essays about novels and other fictional works
By Ian Garrabrant
Home of Micropoetry, Literature, art and philosophy.
Just a fiction writer, trying to reach the world.
I'd curtsy but I'm drunk.
Praying for Eyebrowz 
Beautiful! The poem….Irma.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you! I just read the most gorgeous hurricane themed poem on FB. I’m going to try and post it on my blog.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Such a beautiful poem! Hope Irma won’t cause more pain. How is it there?
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you. The clouds are rolling in and there’s a steady breeze. We are as ready as we can be. Hope that’s good enough!
LikeLiked by 1 person
I am thinking of you guys and sending good vibes. Hope she has already satisfied her wrath and is going to calm down soon.
LikeLiked by 1 person
All the good vibes are appreciated!
LikeLiked by 1 person
What a beautiful poem about a scary event. Hope you are safe and well… and remain so.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you! The most recent reports show the storm might be significantly weaker by the time it reaches us. South Florida isn’t so lucky.
LikeLiked by 1 person