These storms don’t bother Harrison

Posted: February 4, 2014 in default

Tonight we are gathering at dVerse  pub for poets and having fun writing poems. Here is one written after the recent birth of my first grandchild 🙂

Gulls bent like bars
fight into the storm-wind.
Its music is harsh;
thrashing through the birch trees,
whip-cracking across roof tops.
Even the Exe struggles to make progress,
white-capping towards the weir.
Iron hard rain beats down Angel Hill.
There’s not many out in this.
Just a few hurriedly slanting up the street.
These storms.
Rolling in day after day from the Atlantic.
There are big things going on.
The weakened Polar Vortex.
The misplaced Jet Stream.
Its even freezing in Hawaii.
But all this does not bother Harrison.
He just needs to eat and sleep.
That’s it.
His point of focus.
What’s going on out there
is of no consequence to him just now.

  1. Love how you describe the gulls as a music score.. I’m listening to wonderful piano music while reading this… at the same time the end make an important point… why o why these storms?

  2. brian miller says:

    smiles….not much matters to the baby…and when you are with the baby, not much matters either….enjoy that them…and let that be your music…

  3. ayala says:

    🙂 lovely ..enjoy the doesn’t get better than that.

  4. poetrypea says:

    congratulations on your grandchild.I was watching the storms on the television today, lucky he knows nothing and is safe and warm inside

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