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Searching
by Kristina Woodhillgale force winds
howled through today
pushed and ripped
past all covers
unbuttoned or
unbattened
plants' new spring growth
thrashed and bent
to breaking
while we walked the
workplace grounds
and let the pieces fall
potted plants, huge trees
flattened newton's puny apple
chess pieces in neat rows
yesterday waiting for a
first measured,
dignified move
today reduced to a
simple game of dominoes
noisy slaps hitting
common ground
no clever colored
figure 8 to distract the eye
as each tree falling
took the next
vertical obstacles gone
the wind raged on
and we, bent but standing
kept our posts
shook our rattled heads
eyes alert for flying
objects, small and tall
our toughened bodies
layered with warmth
head to tied-tight boots
hands tending tenderly
this sea of twining
limbs as wave after wave
knocked one after another down
odd voices pressed my ears
wails, cries, shouts, soft sighs
old voices joined by new
my day joined by the years
of storms' vocal debris
rushing past, caught up
ever drifting, shifting
while the storm's
disarming calm eye
pushed tangibles aside
in its frantic search
for what
i do not know
06/06/2007
Posted on 06/12/2007
Copyright © 2024 Kristina Woodhill
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 06/12/07 at 03:42 AM I love how this starts and builds. It never, ever lets up, until the very end, which has a great abrupt quality to it. Excellent work, as always. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 06/12/07 at 12:26 PM Powerful in intensity! Great symbolism as well as effective description. |
| Posted by Sandy M. Humphrey on 06/12/07 at 08:21 PM I can feel and see the figures as they trek through the wind and storm trying to save the trees and plants, mother nature fighting nature. As usual quite visual. smh |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 06/13/07 at 12:38 AM Wonderful details! And, "my day joined by the years of storms' vocal debris rushing past," is great. Thank. |
| Posted by Rhiannon Jones on 06/14/07 at 07:49 PM 1st stanza is very vivid, and the last one uniquely disarming as it kind of suddenly sounds in a different voice. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 06/15/07 at 04:45 PM Excellently unique descriptiveness Kris, and what an ending! Wasn't expecting that. ;o) |
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