Winds Of Fate
A poem about a missed connection
Welcome to Poetry Sunday. The day when I post something cringe, dumb, and mercifully short. This week’s edition is brought to you by Florida hurricanes!
I spotted you across the Gulf,
it looked like you were coming my way.
I was prepared for you.
Water, flashlights, Yu-Gi-Oh cards, and friends.
The news headlines were severe,
biased, borderline unfair.
Others weren't happy to meet you,
but I eagerly awaited your arrival.
Just before we were to lock eyes you turned sharp right.
Another got to feel your devastation.
Here I am in the wake of you,
without a drop of rain to show for it.
And worst of all?
Now I must return to school.
Growing up in Florida wasn’t always fun, but when I was in middle school we were hit by a number of hurricanes. These events obviously can bring devastation and chaos, but for me, at that time, they were a great excuse to bring neighborhood friends together and have fun.
Luckily, we never felt the full-on brunt of a hurricane in my area. In fact, the first bad one to hit there happened after I had already moved away. It was crazy to see landmarks I was so familiar with destroyed by such a powerful storm. Winds ripping off the roof of a baseball stadium, flooding destroying waterfront restaurants I once ate at, and pictures of trash strewn about desperately awaiting pickup (mere hours before another storm was potentially going to hit).
In retrospect, these many near misses were incredibly lucky and shielded me from potential childhood trauma. At the time, though, I was invincible.
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Happy to come back to poetry Sunday on a Monday morning! I loved this poem! It was an interesting take on storms, nice job! NY has only had a handful of hurricanes pass over us, Irene and Sandy stick out to me the most, Floyd when I was in elementary school. There was so much rain that my street turned into a river, roads were falling in, it was a mess. But work was closed, and it was fun, until the street water started filling up the basement. It's always fun until it's not
first of all, this feels so small world. second of all, Milton was so scary and I was flabbergasted at the Tropicana roof (they took forever to fix it btw) and the first time I drove past it after it happened was surreal. third of all, i love poetry sundays!!!