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All things vertical tilt
outside is the color of water
even light is dangerous
Within these walls nothing moves
the room is a box of flesh and breath
Prayer appears
Trees snatch power lines
and sound is air
that writhes and screams
in conflict with itself.
We skitter like fledglings
far from a bough
Then a call astride the winds
scented like rain and sap
from fresh cut pine
The bidding:
Come here. Let me have you.
From A Poetry Break: Poetry for Your Pleasure (Ocean Publishing, 2004).
Used with the author's permission.
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Kay Day is one of those writers who does it all--poetry, memoir, nonfiction, journalism, technical . . . you name it, she writes it--and does it well. Former host of a blog that focused on life and politics in the USA, she currently hosts an arts blog called Indie Art South. Kay is a former columnist for the The Writer Magazine, the author of two books, and her work has appeared in numerous magazines and anthologies. A former South Carolinian now living in Jacksonville, Florida, she is a frequent guest lecturer at schools and political and book events.
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Jancan:
So well depicts the terror awakened by a storm! Janice
Posted 09/25/2018 09:00 AM
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Dorothy WildhagenD:
Can put myself in atmosphere, feel the wind.
Posted 09/24/2018 11:07 PM
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Lori Levy:
Can feel the power of the storm when I read this poem.
Posted 09/24/2018 12:53 PM
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AlmaMPesiri:
A lilting way of describing the fear and destruction of the storm - all the senses brought into play!
Posted 09/24/2018 10:36 AM
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cork:
The opening line tells the story.
Posted 09/24/2018 08:27 AM
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paradea:
Brutal, surreal and malevolent, just like Hugo. I really like this poem!!
Posted 09/24/2018 08:01 AM
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Larry Schug:
The directness and starkness of language suit "Hugo" perfectly. I specially like the second stanza. Impressive!
Posted 09/24/2018 07:36 AM
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