The Tuesday Poem: Storm Front
Storm Front
Tomorrow
after our war
clouds stream
out of the nor’east,
seagulls fleeing
before the wind—
a voice on the radio
talks about what it means
to be . . . human, beating
against each other, asks
who will pick up
all the shards, piece
together the joins, dark
fractures enclosing
the whole.
© Helen Lowe
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I really like this the feeling of movement it gives…is it to do with one of your books or is it a new one coming on?
No, the poem is its ownself, unrelated to the books.:)
I like the sense of enduring, even after certain doom 🙂
Thanks, Alicia.:)