Another Day
Another day breaks, no water, no power,
totally helpless, my urge is to cower.
Nature, it seems, wants to show me the finger;
it’s too wet outside for me to just linger.
The rain, it is matched by the fall of my tears,
in frustration I’m buried, right up to my ears.
Everything’s falling apart at the seams
with all being taken from electronic dreams.
I’m writing and writing, but here is the deal;
I can’t see the words so I don’t know what’s real.
Think before drinking for water, it’s scarce,
no light from sunshine – I don’t know what’s worse.
There’s talk of another storm heading our way,
if that is the truth then I’m so not okay.
I’m staying together, but fastened with cotton;
another one hits and those binds will go rotten.
Every day is a struggle, a fight to get through,
the stakes have been upped – what in hell can I do?
It’s futile, it’s lonely, it’s days without end;
there’s really not further for me to descend.
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Wow how emotional. I am happy that things are so much better for you now. Storms of this magnitude are no joke. Well done, Hully.
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I was really struggling to hold things together at all when I wrote that, jaylisbeth. Thanks for reading.
What an awful event, Hully.
Your descriptive poem is perfect.
.Be well, my friend!
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Thank you, Lionel. It really got to me, I have to admit.
Well, you made it, excellent, Hully!
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Ha! Yes! But only just. Thanks so much for reading.
Hull, I know this won't come out right but stuff like this can really add to your writing, it shows in your recent stuff...Tom...P.S. As I wrote this my power just went out...
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Really.....Well, I sure hope you're not out for long, Tom. The last few days almost saw the end of me....but not quite!
Thanks so much for reading and for all of your support.
What a revealing poem Hully, descriptive, emotional, desperate, scary, all so expertly phrased .Loved it,
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Thank you, Sue. I wrote it in the dark, on the last night of the power cut, when I'd pretty much reached my limits.
Such defeat in the poem. Glad it is over. I lived without power five days.. cold.. I made a heater with candles and cooked my food in a pan on top...I kept telling myself I was camping...
Your lifeline to the world was cut...See how much we depend on the internet for information now? What did we do without it? What did our ancestors do without power?
A painful poem.
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It wasn't so much the effects on myself as those on others which almost led to my downfall, Nika. Typing it up today, it struck me that it was a totally honest poem.
Thanks so much for reading and for commenting, Nika. This is the last one from Ophelia.
It was an honest poem and I did not even think about how it would affect others reflecting upon you. That must have been a real struggle...I would not be able to handle kids without their electronics they depend upon for entertainment...
they are constantly absorbing information ...
Sorry, Hully..it must have been worse than I imagined..
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Thanks for understanding, Nika!
So nice to have you back Hully !
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Nowhere near as nice as it is for me to be back, Doc!
Thanks for reading and for all of your support!
A bad storm Mama Hullabaloo! Our water goes off in just heavy rain because the pump can't cope with the river silt. As a precaution whenever it rains, out go the buckets. Sorry you had such a frightening experience. Usianguke
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Thanks Moa. Thankfully, Brian turned out to be a teddy bear to Ophelia's Grizzly attack!
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