The Sunday Muse
Those floods,
Bring weeping sorrow
Like a curse crawling
On protruding skin.
Meandering through the valleys
The river roars and sweeps
The length of the plains
With might, beyond one's control
It swallows the broken hearths and hearts
Leaving an emptiness in its path
There is only a flowing, serpentine canvas
Reeling through the muddy debris
Miles and miles of mirrored reflection
Everything moves, except life
Where is the home where once,
The loved ones laughed and the birds chirped?
Participating in : The Sunday Muse
No telling sometimes, where our old cherished spaces have gone. :-(
ReplyDeleteShay, yes that is the feeling!
DeleteWhoever said "You can't go home again" spoke truth, and we are left to wonder "where is the home" as you describe so well.
ReplyDeleteThank you indybev :)
DeleteYes those floods can take so much. I know this first hand. A poignant and beautiful poem Sunita!
ReplyDeleteThey can cause such havoc that one is left numb at the loss. Thank you Carrie for he appreciation :)
DeleteYou have painted a vivid image of that devastation ~~ with words.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Helen :)
DeleteI can feel the flow of water, disappearing homes and hearths. I love "where is the home where once the loved ones laughed and the birds chirped?" Beautiful. Rain as sorrow. I can feel it.
ReplyDeleteSuch power in the force of nature that everything in its path gets destroyed. Seen it firsthand. Thank you, Sherry :)
DeleteSunita, reading this poem makes me think you've lived through a major flood. I hope this isn't current events. Powerful imagery. This says so much: "Everything moves, except life"
ReplyDeleteLisa, I personally haven't faced, but, yes have seen the destruction caused by river Godavari during the monsoons.
DeleteOh, this catches me up and calls up images of post-flood neighborhoods and the way flood waters terrify.
ReplyDeleteChrissa, yes, nobody can predict the power of water during those floods.
DeleteDevastation and destruction so well expressed. I particularly admire these lines :
ReplyDelete'Bring weeping sorrow
Like a curse crawling
On protruding skin.'
Thank you, Marion :)
DeleteAfter the flood things will change and the home will never be the same. We had 33 inches of water in our home and had to abandon through a high off the ground window. The others were open gates to letting more water in.
ReplyDeleteBTW, you are the first writer here that has addressed the flood. I have not come to the end of the list yet though. You did very well with it, I avoided it.
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I am sorry if this poem caused you any pain Jim. I just penne something which we face every year due to the spat in the river. It is during these natural calamities that man understands the power of nature. Than you for the read, Jim.
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