Four Poems: Harvest of Apoplectic Horses [Katrinas Pathway]
Four Poems: Katrina's Pathway
Harvest of Apoplectic Horses
((Dedicated to: Katrina)) crisis)
It has happened before:
Nearby and afar,
Where the four-horses of
Apocalypse
With their flaming nostrils
Breathed in the fury of the winds
Only to vomit out, disaster; -
Then galloped away,
Against pale faces!...
#824 9/2/05
The Vanishing
[Dedicated to: Katrina]
For a time, I left my body-
Behind me.
Still,
I resided in my darkroom-
"There is good in the world," I said,
The spirit of the world begins
To move-slowly, after Katrina.
I closed my eyes, thinking
New Orleans, Mississippi
(a prayer, if only for one).
Women's hands, loaves of bread?
Appear?eyes of men tired with dread
Burgundy faces, huddled
Together?appear.
I say: thank God it's not winter.
The world is silent (mostly)
A few friends hear our cry
But they are just shadows
Turned away from the sun.
The only thing worse than death,
Is this-the vanishing.
#825 9/2/05
Bones in Water
(The Gem of the South; Katrina)
There once was this gem
Down along the Mississippi
(The Big Easy, New Orleans)
A gem, all wanted to touch:
Now in silent waters, like Atlantis;
The city in the dark:
Once the blossom of the South,
It cannot stand up right now.
Broken to its knees, with ease
In the winds of the hurricane:
Katrina's pathway: bones and ravage.
#826 9/2/06
Doomed to Live[Katrina]
Doomed to liveAre those who survived-?Katrina's massive outcryThe defiance of Mother NatureAgainst mankind-.Thus, her ultimatum, herRemorseless, implacableUnalterable despair-Gave her skeleton to createA great catastropheFor humankind?Her face was gaunt, withPatched gray, colored deadWith tarnished braids aroundHer eyelids-unaimed, calmHer voice, not even rose-She destroyed New OrleansHer golden rival!...
#827 9/3/05
Dennis Siluk, international Poet
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