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What a difference a day makes.
Earth breaks, buildings shake
people awaken mid-nightmare
by screaming, waves, mudslides,
and fires teeming far, far away
on the other side of the world.
Ripples carry worry,
building momentum,
carrying shockwaves that
level everything in their path,
even rice paddies and bullet trains.
Unstoppable.
People making for higher ground,
wise and foolish men both, confounded
by Nature stretching, shifting, and
scratching gashes in the
man-scaped cities and towns
All without social media, wi-fi or wikis--
whirlpooled, swept, flung all around
like toys broken, dropped,
left discarded across the
majestically mountainous countryside--
Not mine, not yours,
not theirs,
but HERS.
All HERS.
Standing so still, so quiet, at the shore.
Faint ripples lapping lightly in the sand,
yet stuck in the calm that's the eye
of the storm on camera or on screen--
So misleading to lure you to
come on out and see the mayhem,
transfixed by the violent carnage
as the rolling wailing wall of muddy bloody
hurls curdling fears, tears, homes, boats,
and planes straight at you, the viewer.
In vain you can't move,
can't breathe, can't hide
from the sick reality
you realize you cannot escape
as you watch it slide around, over, under,
and through you,
sweeping you up into the
trembling, grumbling groans of
ground exhaling, twisting,
releasing its cries to the skies
Orchestral maneuvers
in the land and the sea
caught in real-time streaming HD horror
unbridled, uncensored, uncontrolled,
pure power raging, humbling us
back down into knowing
our natural place
as collective, yet distant tears
streak down our faces everywhere--
so safe, so far away,
falling wave after wave with
each new report.
Makes me tsunamically ill
"Peace, be still"
Written by Eliza Jane Farley Gomez
Friday, March 11, 2011
(upon learning about the earthquake off Japan)
Earth breaks, buildings shake
people awaken mid-nightmare
by screaming, waves, mudslides,
and fires teeming far, far away
on the other side of the world.
Ripples carry worry,
building momentum,
carrying shockwaves that
level everything in their path,
even rice paddies and bullet trains.
Unstoppable.
People making for higher ground,
wise and foolish men both, confounded
by Nature stretching, shifting, and
scratching gashes in the
man-scaped cities and towns
All without social media, wi-fi or wikis--
whirlpooled, swept, flung all around
like toys broken, dropped,
left discarded across the
majestically mountainous countryside--
Not mine, not yours,
not theirs,
but HERS.
All HERS.
Standing so still, so quiet, at the shore.
Faint ripples lapping lightly in the sand,
yet stuck in the calm that's the eye
of the storm on camera or on screen--
So misleading to lure you to
come on out and see the mayhem,
transfixed by the violent carnage
as the rolling wailing wall of muddy bloody
hurls curdling fears, tears, homes, boats,
and planes straight at you, the viewer.
In vain you can't move,
can't breathe, can't hide
from the sick reality
you realize you cannot escape
as you watch it slide around, over, under,
and through you,
sweeping you up into the
trembling, grumbling groans of
ground exhaling, twisting,
releasing its cries to the skies
Orchestral maneuvers
in the land and the sea
caught in real-time streaming HD horror
unbridled, uncensored, uncontrolled,
pure power raging, humbling us
back down into knowing
our natural place
as collective, yet distant tears
streak down our faces everywhere--
so safe, so far away,
falling wave after wave with
each new report.
Makes me tsunamically ill
"Peace, be still"
Written by Eliza Jane Farley Gomez
Friday, March 11, 2011
(upon learning about the earthquake off Japan)
Oh sweetie....that was moving. So beautiful about such a tragedy.
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