Storm Poems
This is the full text of the Storm Poems that I included in my recent live broadcast.
The initial segment consisted of me sitting silently with a butterfly perched on my finger, but that part was not visible since I had not activated the camera.
Storm Poems
A Mother dropped one off at elementary school and another at high school. She saw the funnel, and sheltered in a convenience store. She wondered which daughter she should go to first. Texting Tornado N it me 2 U OK? My neighborhood Flowers among rocks Campfires and whiskey Candles in the wind Dedication of the Peace Grove Officials give impressive speechs Little boy rides by on a tricycle Brmm Brmm Brmm Blah Blah Blah Bye Bye The Healing The dance is not linear. Forward and back the dancers move. Elaborate moves heal the wounds inflicted by non-linear winds, whirling in their greatest power. Original text was cenetered. The reference to the Tsunami and Nuclear Power plants puts a date on these poems.
Those poems appeared in the Sound Track Not Included anthology from the Nashville Writers’ Meetup. https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/15838623-soundtrack-not-included.
I also read the following poem during the live session.
Ocoee Dam Deli and Diner
Conveniently located near a dam the name provides infinite marketing opportunities "Dam Staff" emblazoned on server's shirts. The word liberally liberally sprinkled throughout the menue. I chose the Garden Dam Wrap", nestled among "Dam Burgers", "Dam Salads", and other 'Dam" selections. A veggie burger wrapped in a soft shell, it's topped with salsa, lettuce, and cheese. I found the black bean soup woth the upcharge; substituted for the regular fries or chips. It was a real meal after three lunches of turkey sandwhiches, my usual fair for meals on the road. Informal attire rules the day, t-shirts and shorts, ofset by an ocasional long, tie dyed skirt. No bathing suits allowed. The rule endorses proper attire and health department regulations. Crowded on Friday with adventurous souls ready for a whitewater trip, or just finished with one, the place looks prosperous. I wonder how they do in January. However they do, it's "dam" good food.
The Smoky the Bear Sutra poem I read can be found on the Sacred Texts web page. It is considered a sacred text of Buddhism.
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Ray’s verse, weather flags.
Warm warnings, witnessing whirls.
Careful! meets care-full.