This is a repost of a poem I initially put up when I started the blog, but then deleted when I decided not to do poetry (hehe). Thanks to Jingle, I am doing poetry again and I am submitting this poem for the Thursday Poetry Rally- Week 28.
Good luck to everyone!
Loxahatchee, 3 o’clock
My father’s anger whips around the room
With unrelenting verbal blows
And angry hands.
I glance outside the window
At the storm thundering its rage,
Lashing through the trees
Which offer no protection to the birds
That seek asylum within their leafy arms.
They get no reprieve
Until the storm is spent
And my daddy passes out
Upon the couch.
Loxahatchee, 5 o’clock
The walking catfish emerge from canals
To skip among puddles dotting the dirt road
Delighting in their new-found freedom
Basking in the sunshine.
I step outside
Into the oppressive humidity that threatens
To steal my breath,
Glad to be free, at least for now.
I play among the pine trees
Wishing I were someone else,
Somewhere else
Because I know,
Like the birds and the catfish know,
That tomorrow the storm will come again.
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September 8th, 2010 at 4:07 pm
your muses are superb on this one…
love the o’clock words,
it makes me think of tick, tuck, ….
profound poem!
September 8th, 2010 at 4:08 pm
birds, catfish…
yeah, nature is full of wonders, stormy days always accompanied with sunny days..
🙂
have fun!
September 8th, 2010 at 6:38 pm
creative and full of imagery truly enjoyable piece, catch ya next time 😀
September 9th, 2010 at 2:37 pm
Thanks shoeless boy 🙂
September 8th, 2010 at 7:57 pm
That was wonderful Lisa and never ever do I want to think that you will not write poetry again. You are so very talented. Thanks for this and Happy Rally my dear friend xxxx
September 9th, 2010 at 2:38 pm
Haha! now I have motivation, so I will keep writing poems.
September 8th, 2010 at 8:20 pm
This takes the reader on a trip to a place many people chose to believe does not exist, I hope you open some eyes with this and I wonder…. were we seeing this through your eyes?
September 9th, 2010 at 2:39 pm
Thank you, and yes this place exists and it is through my eyes.
September 9th, 2010 at 7:04 pm
you have a spirit that survives, good luck in all you do!
September 8th, 2010 at 8:54 pm
Solid. Hard stuff to explore. Reminds me a bit of Sylvia Plath. I am glad Jingle has you writing again. She is starting an additional opportunity to post and share. If you want to check it out: http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/2010/09/jingle-poetry-open-house-party-welcome.html
– Bill
September 9th, 2010 at 2:40 pm
Plath, huh? Very cool, but I would prefer not to end like she did 🙂
September 8th, 2010 at 10:58 pm
Glad you haven’t put poetry behind you forever! Such creativity bound up inside–a wonderful work!
September 9th, 2010 at 2:42 pm
Oh, it wouldn’t have been forever. I just wasn’t planning on doing enough to post. Thanks for your encouragement!
September 8th, 2010 at 11:03 pm
Beautiful scenery portrayed…I am caught within your words:3 Wonderfully written! Happy Rally=P
September 9th, 2010 at 2:44 pm
Thanks Riika. You too!
September 9th, 2010 at 2:56 am
that actually had very good imagery I could really visualize what you were trying to portray, nice poem =]
September 9th, 2010 at 2:45 pm
Thank you. And thanks for stopping by.
September 9th, 2010 at 4:24 am
I am glad you “resumed” poetry, Lisa! It totally seems like your thing!! 🙂
The poem screams pain and abuse! But the fact that the child seeks solace in those few “freer” moments, is very reassuring indeed! But what a torture! (sigh)
Very well written, Lisa… message conveyed!! HARD!
September 9th, 2010 at 2:46 pm
Thanks! Solace is what saves sanity sometimes. (check out all the “s” I used in that one :))
September 9th, 2010 at 3:25 pm
hehehe… qualifies as tongue twister! 🙂
September 9th, 2010 at 3:30 pm
I know- and I didn’t see it until I wrote it. Then I left it because I liked it 🙂
September 9th, 2010 at 4:56 am
Good Luck to you too..
this time when the storms come- it would be tormented to see you a stronger you-
Lisa, I couldn’t imagine you were to leave writing poetry- ouchh.. no way..
It comes so beautifully to you..
Here’s mine-http://oliviasmindlymatters.wordpress.com/2010/08/29/divine-desires/
Feel free to comment (actually, I would love you to.. 😀 )
Love..
Olivia
September 9th, 2010 at 2:47 pm
Well thanks Olivia. I will check yours out (and everyone else here too). Cheers!
September 9th, 2010 at 10:20 am
Wow, I can’t believe you nearly ended your poetry bag!
The imagery and stunning order of words in the piece scream ‘fresh’!
I really enjoyed reading this.
Thanks for sharing it and resuming!
Peace,
September 9th, 2010 at 2:49 pm
Yeah, I know. I was going to concentrate only on personal writing, but I figure I can do both. Some things are best portrayed in poetry. Thanks for the compliments!
September 9th, 2010 at 12:17 pm
heeheehehee 😀
cute poem 😀
and m glad you have taken to poetry again 😀
else we wud have missed loxahatchee 😛
September 9th, 2010 at 7:15 pm
Thanks!
September 9th, 2010 at 1:57 pm
that is a beautiful poem, I wish I can write like that and take the garbage from inside me, keep on writing love always
September 9th, 2010 at 2:50 pm
kick it out other ways! funny how we talk more here than at home…whatever works 🙂
September 9th, 2010 at 2:30 pm
good Lord, u stopped poetry inbetween? why ever so? ur talent in it is profound 😀 lovely verses Lisa! 🙂
mine for the rally is ~here~
September 9th, 2010 at 2:51 pm
Yes, I didn’t think it was my thing and wanted to write only prose. I will definitely check out your poem. Thanks for coming by!
September 9th, 2010 at 2:35 pm
I could picture both scenes clearly – interior and exterior. Bravo.
September 9th, 2010 at 2:35 pm
PS What or where is Loxalatchee?
September 9th, 2010 at 2:53 pm
Thank you and Loxahatchee is in South Florida between Lake Okeechobee (the giant lake you can see on maps) and West Palm Beach on the coast.
September 9th, 2010 at 6:07 pm
Thanks for the quick finish,
for poets you have not reached but been here,
please return favors…
Happy Thursday!
September 9th, 2010 at 6:12 pm
Already did 🙂 Happy Thursday to you too.
September 9th, 2010 at 7:12 pm
I can hear the sound of the clock and feel the anxiousness of the passing of time with this piece. Thank you for sharing your thoughts and experiences with us!
September 9th, 2010 at 7:14 pm
Your welcome and thanks for visiting.
September 9th, 2010 at 11:08 pm
Very powerful poem. Well done.
September 10th, 2010 at 3:30 pm
Thanks Morganna.
September 10th, 2010 at 8:43 pm
award notice.
Thanks for the contribution!
Happy Friday!
September 10th, 2010 at 11:05 pm
I loved the poem, so sweet…
Happy Rally ! !
Sweet Dish
–Someone Is Special–
September 11th, 2010 at 10:37 am
Thanks! And happy rally to you too.
September 11th, 2010 at 4:36 am
Ah, this was a wonderful poem, conveying such pain and innocence of childhood. I too can relate to the storms…and also in embracing those rare moments of complete freedom. You might like to read a poem I wrote recently called “Beautiful Child Within” – a poem through my eyes.
http://chloerichmond.wordpress.com/2010/09/05/beautiful-child-within/
Thanks! Chloe xx
September 11th, 2010 at 8:55 am
I’m so glad you decided to keep on writing poetry, this is a great piece.. i love the repetition, and with such an important message… Superb!
September 11th, 2010 at 10:38 am
Thanks so much. You are very kind 🙂
September 11th, 2010 at 6:09 pm
This is actually a beautiful poem; I am glad you re-posted this and that you’re doing poetry again. It can provide such a beautiful release! And I am glad that you’re not that little girl any more. You’ve made it!
September 12th, 2010 at 5:47 pm
Thanks…and yes I did 🙂
September 12th, 2010 at 1:35 pm
Thank goodness for Jingle. You MUST poem on … no doubt. This is well-wrought, deeply felt, and soulfully delivered … and there are so many, many folks who will feel validated reading it, having had similar experiences.
So pleased to have read it. Will visit and read it again. Well worth my time…
Happy Rally days …
September 13th, 2010 at 3:32 pm
Thanks and happy rally days to you too!
September 25th, 2010 at 1:29 am
And, yes, my dear … it’s just as fine the second time around as the first. You are a brave spirit and a survivor …
Poem on …
🙂
September 13th, 2010 at 7:48 pm
Hello! I wanted to pass these awards on to you:
September 14th, 2010 at 3:19 am
This almost takes my breath away, like the humid heat outdoors. You are very talented – a true wordsmith. Don’t stop. Your poems are becoming a favorite of
mine.
Love, Aunt C.
September 14th, 2010 at 3:30 pm
Well thanks Aunt C!
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September 21st, 2010 at 6:09 am
Apologies for visiting so late. I must say this is a very sad poem, but very beautifully written. Great poem!
September 21st, 2010 at 10:19 pm
Don’t be sad! The storm waned and died…
September 27th, 2010 at 3:50 am
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Hello, friend:
Monday Poetry Potluck Is NOW open, linking is open from Sunday 8pm to Tuesday, 8pm, welcome join us by linking in 1 to 3 poems, you could use an old poem, the more you share, the happier we are…hurry up!
Thanks in advance.
Hope to see you in our lovely potluck…