Monday, April 13, 2015

2015 Poem a Day, Day Twelve

For today’s prompt, write a damage poem. Since my baby brother is a storm chaser, my mind usually jumps straight to storm damage. However, there’s more than the physical damage created by things like hurricanes, trains, and war planes. There’s also the emotional and psychological damage we inflict, survive, and conceal. The bright side of any damage is that it can be transformed into a poem.


A child walked
through the charred waste
of a forest after a fire

She felt the heat
still trapped
within the soil,
and she wept for
the blackened roots
of the tindered trees.

Smoke curled
in wending tendrils,
stinging in her throat,
and he cried, “How
can anything
such darkness?”

Yet on the ground
there lay the seeds
sprung forth from
the coils
of their cones

The rain would come
to soothe the soil
and feed the seeds

Tender shoots
will grow anew
and from fevered flame,

All that lay
in devastation
will see the
sun once more.

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