After the Storm

Wait for it, wait for it… another poem. Don’t get too excited, I know everyone loves my poems. Try and contain yourself for this one. Cue the poetry!


Neither a word nor whisper in the air

A man staggers down the street
Caressing a photograph in his hand
Wind gusts swirl through the tortured town
Toward a new destination
Tall, marvelous buildings now
Undressed with their gowns lying on the floor

Birds creep into cracks
Have no songs left to sing
To get scraps of old remains for their nest
Tears trickle down the man’s face as
His lips draw a blank
Memories flash in his head
The sun a familiar visitor
Rises to watch and spread love to the survivors
But can’t hide the hurt

Onwards to the next town
The wind lifts picks up the photograph
For a roller coaster ride
Circles around and places back on the ground
A school of fish once splashed in the sea

Now stuck to the sand

The man says a final goodbye
As the picture swirls toward the sky

You are probably wondering where is the pretty picture that goes with the poem. Well, I forgot to put one and was going to add one, but then I realized words without a picture really makes you think and paint a picture for yourself!

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30 thoughts on “After the Storm

  1. I didn’t even know you had posted a new poem. My reader on WordPress clearly is broken. What a beautiful poem, even without the photo.

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    1. Really? Darn. Maybe WordPress hates more or something lol I was going to add a picture, but I was like you know what, I want the words to paint the picture for me and thank you!

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      1. You’re welcome! Yeah, if my phone is right, you posted the poem December 27. I just got the notification forty-five minutes ago.

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  2. Hi Vinny
    Thanks for swinging by my blog & letting me know you did :)) Gives me an extra push to get myself motivated to actually post something a bit more constructive soon LOL! HTK

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      1. Lol I’m ok at art but painting with words is much more fun and there’s no paint brushes to wash after :P. But yah the imagery in your poetry captured my attention right off (:

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      2. “No paint brushes to wash after” <— this is so very true, but I do miss art class in Elementary school :/ Stop with all of the niceness over there Ms.! :P

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