SOUL SHAKING SPRING

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Buck up Buttercup

Only the strong survive

Twistering winds, wind up in spring

Testing tender flower-lings

What devils of dust

We think they must

Swirl across fields of new greens

Sirens split the foreshadowing air

Tornados don’t care if we

Live or die

They go on by

Swallowing up spring

Making hailstones and hearty

Flooding rains…

Gully washers – toad soakers…

Sucking up all in it’s path with

It’s writhing wrath

Nature’s force five on land

Re-arranging lives willy nilly

Hopping, skipping, jumping into spring

Eating up everything

Night-time? Fraught with fear

Candles kept near, for darkness descends

While the train roars it’s sheer terror to one and all

Pick up the pieces, ye of all species, while little shoots

Poke up for clear air…brown Earth needed rain, but

Not all the pain

Of little ones Lost…

So buck up buttercup

You’re lucky you’re still here…

In this Soul Shaking Spring of the year

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© 2016 BS

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Written for Prompt Nights – “Spring is the time of land’s awakening” (11)

http://www.adashofsunny.com/category/prompt-nights/

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10 responses »

  1. Whistles!!! ❤ ❤ Oh Barbara, I absolutely adore the strong and fiery nature of this poem 😀 Especially in awe of these lines "Tornados don’t care if we live or die, they go on by swallowing up spring.." Beautifully executed! Thank you so much for participating at Prompt Nights ❤ ❤

  2. Oh I remember this from my years in the Midwest…from April to October we had to do Tornado Drills in the health care facility I nursed in. And you almost don’t need the alarms–you just feel them.

    • We grew up with tornado drills in school, and yes, there is a sort of heaviness in the air, that gets you jittery, when severe weather gets near. I was in an F-5 tornado, and was lucky to survive, and I still have nightmares every spring about that.

  3. Wonderful images of those horrific weather events,, but the spirit of the buttercup shows that we and they come back and grow. Enjoyed your poem very much

    • Thank you elleceef! Every spring we hear of devastating storms, and how some things are destroyed, and others it skips over. I always worry about my outdoor plants getting hit with hail, but most of the time they make it through just fine. Same with our own spirit of survival, I think.

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