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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
oh Pearl... such a beautiful description of the destruction you have survived.
ReplyDeleteIt was a devastating storm, wasn't it.
ReplyDeleteI 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.
Wow! Especially, "Held until memory's end." Really nice!
ReplyDeleteAmazing to see how you used these words to describe the destruction of Sandy!
ReplyDeleteI'm gobsmacked by the sight of that mountain. Gosh, Pearl!
ReplyDeleteDevastating and yes, unforgettable. Wonderfully written,
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
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Sensual write.... from your depths to our eyes. I appreciate this one, Pearl. Brava!
ReplyDeleteSo much to process, so much to mourn "until memory's end" Amazing how much you conveyed here. Thank you for sharing this.
ReplyDeletePhotos 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.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written and so very poignant for so many.
ReplyDeleteSensual images of destruction. Fascinating writing about a terrible happening.
ReplyDeleteLove the sound of your poem - only I'm not sure I understand - still, who understand Sandys?
ReplyDeleteI could smell the decay, feel the grit beneath my feet.
ReplyDeletePearl, you do convey the destruction left by Sandy's wake well here. Those pics are unsettling to say the least. Well done.
ReplyDeletePamela
A wonderful depiction of destruction... blessings, Pearl.
ReplyDeleteOh! It says it all, beautifully.
ReplyDeleteI imagine that some would disagree with your description of Sandy as "sacrosanct"! Or maybe I missed what you meant...
ReplyDeleteMy Whirling Wordle Words
suppose I referred to the "song of sense" as sacrosanct -...appreciate the close reading...and can easily see your point
DeleteThis 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.
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