Tuesday, November 03, 2020

"eye of the hurricane" -- a Poem for Weekly Scribblings # 44




 Hurricane Ernesto, a tropical storm hits Florida in 2006. The "eye" is in the middle of the blue swirl 

Satellite Map, 11:00 PM EDT on August 27, 2006
Click picture, then do f11 to enlarge
Photo courtessy of Weather Underground and NASA 

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The Storm 

We walked through the eye of the hurricane 

Gathering sticks, throwing stones, kicked a can 

Little did we know the can was a home 
Home to liars and cheats scum of the earth 

In there hiding from storm, and their victims 
'Tis said their kind wins battles loses wars 
So the can was kicked into the gutter 
Where the scum had come, now floating down stream 

And when the eye moved on new scum was born 
All good blown down or blew away--we cried 

Our efforts in vain 
Where can justice live? 
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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2020, All Rights Reserved 
 - for the Weekly Scribblings, our Rommy would like us to craft our words around the phrase: “eye of the hurricane”. We can choose to do this literally or figuratively.   
 - Two years later: 
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We had no damage to our home, not even a shingle was lost. The winds reached about 80 MPH for a couple of hours. 
Then we lived in Montgomery, Texas,  which was 105 miles north of the shoreline of the Gulf of Mexico.  Now we live near Katy, Texas, about 75 miles from the Gulf.
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7 Comments:

At Wednesday, November 04, 2020 2:54:00 PM, Blogger indybev said...

I wish we could put scum in a can and kick them to the gutter. All too simple!

 
At Wednesday, November 04, 2020 3:07:00 PM, Blogger Marja said...

Is their hiding from storm and their victims good question I second Beverly

 
At Wednesday, November 04, 2020 5:07:00 PM, Blogger Old Egg said...

It is all very well kicking scum away but like everybody we all need a little love (so do it gently please!).

 
At Wednesday, November 04, 2020 9:48:00 PM, Blogger Helen said...

Living through three hurricanes in 2004 in Florida, (my first and last!) I was entranced when the eye passed over us. All quiet, calm, eerie, and a strange color I cannot describe. Then it was gone and all hell broke loose again. Hurricanes
do not play favorites and their victims are many.

 
At Wednesday, November 04, 2020 10:54:00 PM, Blogger Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Heartfelt! And heart-rending.

 
At Thursday, November 05, 2020 7:56:00 AM, Blogger Rommy said...

We're going to need a really big can

 
At Saturday, November 07, 2020 4:09:00 AM, Blogger hyperCRYPTICal said...

Sadly, humankind never seem to learn from their mistakes...
Anna Lo]

 

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