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Sunday, November 25, 2012

Sandy





sandy debris

sandy- tossed 









Sandy

in the still scent, sight fell sway
but a floating filamented fleck
as nostrils flare inhaling a luminous load
of life lurching,
life lifting from the heap of it all, fetid-fragrant
irrevocably skimmed
Rising to fill all senses,
Held until memory’s end
Sacrosanct song of sense
sandy




21 comments:

  1. oh Pearl... such a beautiful description of the destruction you have survived.

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  2. It was a devastating storm, wasn't it.
    I was going to choose something like:
    fetid fragrant, or
    Sacrosanct song of sense
    that I liked the sound of, but then realised, I liked all of this very much.

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  3. Wow! Especially, "Held until memory's end." Really nice!

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  4. Amazing to see how you used these words to describe the destruction of Sandy!

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  5. I'm gobsmacked by the sight of that mountain. Gosh, Pearl!

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  6. The alliteration catches my eye immediately, only to be taken over by the odor of destruction.

    The way you engaged our sense of smell is brilliant.

    Great work.

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  7. The alliteration catches my eye immediately, only to be taken over by the odor of destruction.

    The way you engaged our sense of smell is brilliant.

    Great work.

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  8. Devastating and yes, unforgettable. Wonderfully written,

    Elizabeth
    http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2012/11/25/first-kiss/

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  9. Sensual write.... from your depths to our eyes. I appreciate this one, Pearl. Brava!

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  10. So much to process, so much to mourn "until memory's end" Amazing how much you conveyed here. Thank you for sharing this.

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  11. Photos and poem are a good reminder of what you have lived through. It must feel like living in a war zone, midst so much destruction. Am glad damage to your place was relatively minor. But eerie, looking around your neighborhood.

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  12. Beautifully written and so very poignant for so many.

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  13. Sensual images of destruction. Fascinating writing about a terrible happening.

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  14. Love the sound of your poem - only I'm not sure I understand - still, who understand Sandys?

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  15. I could smell the decay, feel the grit beneath my feet.

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  16. Pearl, you do convey the destruction left by Sandy's wake well here. Those pics are unsettling to say the least. Well done.

    Pamela

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  17. A wonderful depiction of destruction... blessings, Pearl.

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  18. I imagine that some would disagree with your description of Sandy as "sacrosanct"! Or maybe I missed what you meant...

    My Whirling Wordle Words

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    1. suppose I referred to the "song of sense" as sacrosanct -...appreciate the close reading...and can easily see your point

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  19. This is wonderful Pearl and while some might disagree with the description, I think if one can view Sandy at a remove, she was so mighty, so unbelievably powerful - she herself might well be viewed as sacrosanct or inviolable - as the ultimate destroyer, she could conversely be that most sacred of storms also, almost, unstoppable ... it's an interesting take especially from one who experienced her wrath ... One might carry the extrapolation further and regard Sandy as one of Mother Nature's emissary's just sent to remind us that she is fully capable of taking back what is hers any old time and we'd do well to remember her power and her wrath once she is truly angered ...it occurs to me. Your poem gave me lots to think about, maybe you can tell? I love it.

    http://thepoet-tree-house.blogspot.ca/2012/11/the-scent-of-maybe.html

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