Storm – a quadrille
30June 5, 2017 by petrujviljoen
is that a hand above the mud, wavering
to and fro – no?
a branch of a tree, the one who died merely
a year ago – lo!
behold the aftermath, the river still seething
current(ly) grieving; the mainspring thrust awry in the
storm
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So much meaning, loved the way it was written “behold the aftermath, the river still seething
current(ly) grieving; the mainspring thrust awry in the
storm” It’s Okay to grieve and be angry at the same time.
Man! I’m learning!
Ah, death after a storm. Dark and real
The rhyming in this is exquisite Petru. It reminds me of the refrain from a longer poem spoken by a bard of old. Transmuting grief is in the wind…
I’ll go stand in the middle of it the minute I find a wind, preferably a breeze! 🙂
Ah…to keep our heads above water, to weather the storms. I especially like what you did with the word “current(ly)”. Meaning both ways. I enjoyed this one!
In the storm of grieving, we sometimes see things (hand!) with mind’s eye…it is a fierce current.
Wow! That’s really powerful. The storms of life, natural and spiritual. Very powerful verse!
Thanks!
Sad and reflective. The hand spooked me. I’m better now. Thanks for the verse.
Thanks Nan. I was spooked myself, also better now.
The words ‘lo’ and ‘behold’ are enough to feel the aftermath.
I love this. So many images. The hand, my favorite.
Thanks Claudia.
Such wonderful rhythm and flow in this one! Beautifully penned.
Thank you!
Admiring the images of the aftermath with the river seething ~
Flood aftermath. Well said.
The image of that tree as a hand waving, the greeting of from the afterwards… love that .
I enjoy your word play in this poem very much, especially the double meaning of current(ly). Nice!
I like that mis-seeing – and yet it is seeing correctly, isn’t it? Something is lost, drowned, even if it’s not a person.
River rising and wind tearing at the trees. Storms shift what we think is out there.
I love the first line. Also “current(ly) grieving” … which I turn into “lie/lye grieving.”
Lie/lye – wonderful!
It must be the weather… Awesome poem, with an eye of the storm voice, and violence lurking in those gathering clouds. Well done!
This is so strong! I looked at your tags and wondered if you had a connection to something that occurred a year ago here in Orlando, because this fits it so well. I guess that is the beauty of each reader bringing their own thing to the table 🙂 Thanks for sharing.
I live in South Africa, and no connection to Orlando. Indeed the poem belongs to the reader as much as to the author.
I like the “river seething current(ly)”
This parens is just fantastic:
“current(ly) grieving”
Perfection. Little nuances like that in a poem please me to no end. So clever, and a doubly powerful visual.
I was in the middle of replying to this last night when the internet signal decided to disappear! Thanks for the input (and for hosting).