I have been so moved by all that those dealing with the hurricanes, and also of course the recent earthquakes, I just wrote an expression of what I’m feeling in the form of a poem. My poems are random, meaning that they do not have a proper form or even rhythm necessarily, but it’s one way that I choose to write my thoughts…..
WITHOUT HOPE THE PEOPLE PERISH
The sun was shining bright
The clouds appearing white
Rain could not be seen
It was, as it had always been.
And then the news came
Life would never be the same
The hurricanes would be
The wrath of wind and sea.
They must seek shelter from the storm
And people needed to be informed,
Saving lives would be the test
Homes, belongings, all the rest,
Brave souls worked day and night
To save all who were in sight.
So many huddled inside
Any place where they could to hide.
The fury finally passed
They could go outside at last.
What was seen when they emerged
Was that their lives had been purged
From all that they had known
All that they had owned .
Where will these people go
Can we help some way to show
Can those able give some aid
So their trauma might somehow fade….
To help rebuild their lives
And for them to just survive
To return to all they cherish…..
Because without this hope to cling to
Instead the ‘people simply perish”