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Let's Pretend it's April - Nov. 3
Rules: Write a poem for LPiA on the topic or form described. Each poem should appear as a New Reply to this thread. The goal is to, at the end of the month, have written 30 poems for the month of November. (or one, or six, or fifteen) Prompts may be revisited at any time. All members are welcome.
Topic : Write a poem inspired by a natural disaster.
Form : Any
Line requirements: 8 or more
Feel free to reply with comments or kudos as you wish.
Questions?
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The internet is over
Archives being deleted
In massive quantities for
The sheer cost in saving it.
Cds and dvds are
Coming back as streaming is
Slowly losing it's power
And artificial intelligence ushers in the new dark ages
Peanut butter honey banana sandwiches
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Vesuvius
There are no natural disasters,
no catastrophes without
living people present, not to witness
(hearers of that philosophic falling tree)
but as humans do, to suffer.
And when those throes have passed
quick or slow, burning or suffocation,
their legacies of ashen molds
are grace-notes, patient decorations
to their parting cataclysmic woe.
Non-practicing atheist
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Every time a typhoon hits, I feel the urge
to strip down next to nothing, climb our roof,
and recite King Lear,
but it's not so much my instincts that preserve me
as I'm too lazy to commit
to memory much more than Macbeth,
with "Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow"
requiring not only a partner willing
to slit her wrists for the bit
but also a quiet, cloudless day.
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No warning or words
when the village burns.
Trembling under your feet
a quake in your heart.
Pictures in your mind
lava, tears, communal scars.
We all hurt.
Earth turns.
Only one thing is impossible for God: To find any sense in any copyright law on the planet.
--mark twain
Bunx
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When and if
these winds should give
way to calmer seas,
her weathered will
will not sit still
and languish in the breeze.
