Storm II – for dVerse

Sometimes I dream of storms
and the violent washing away
of all this detritus – plastic bags,
furniture, paperwork
in ragged piles, all those
endless books, shoes,
smart shirts, faded jeans,
best china, glassware,

all flying
whirling, spiraling.

I dream of a wild wind raging.

 

Another one for dVerse. It’s quadrille night, and we are storming along for De. Go and check it out.

19 thoughts on “Storm II – for dVerse

  1. I’ve heard of people who’ve almost totally let everything go…always wonder how it ended up for them…your poem captures a real feeling whether acted on or not.

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  2. I too long for clearance but your poem made me think of the great Pacific garbage patch – still you have some powerful dreams

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  3. Like the Wizard of Oz tornado that picked up Dorothy and Toto but instead it would pick up all our “stuff.” The simplicity movement — back to basics — sometimes that sounds delicious!

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