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Haiku: Storm Series
by Julie Adamsthis powerful storm:
a long lost ballerina
from the motherland
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Irene approaches
she introduces herself
wet and wild tail first
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restless salty winds
play rough on empty beaches
wet sand in the eye
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like a top she spins
her way through New York City,
unwelcome tourist
09/10/2011 Author's Note: Inspired by the impact of the recent Hurricane Irene coming ashore in NYC
Posted on 09/10/2011
Copyright © 2025 Julie Adams
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 09/10/11 at 12:40 PM Each one excellent in its own way, Jewels, while at the same time, contributing to the whole. Who could ask for more??? Touché! :o) |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 09/11/11 at 05:23 PM "like a top she spins" - this is my favorite one of this series. Thank you. |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 09/11/11 at 08:03 PM ... awesome Jewels, awesome..... |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 09/11/11 at 08:42 PM Those first three lines say it all. Understated and just damn good. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 06/07/14 at 06:35 PM Good to read this again, Jewels, and well deserving of its place on the top 10. I've missed you presence and comments of late. Hope all is well. Best, Chris. |
| Posted by Jim Benz on 06/07/14 at 07:37 PM What Chris said ... |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 06/12/14 at 12:20 AM Unwelcome indeed, Julie..as was her older more violent cousin Sandy. You captured Irene's essence so well. |
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