Haiku: Storm Series
by Julie Adams
this powerful storm:
a long lost ballerina
from the motherland
she introduces herself
wet and wild tail first
restless salty winds
play rough on empty beaches
wet sand in the eye
like a top she spins
her way through New York City,
Author's Note: Inspired by the impact of the recent Hurricane Irene coming ashore in NYC
Posted on 09/10/2011
Copyright © 2021 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.