For Johnny, a new friend at hardcoreweather.com; he expeirenced the Northridge quake of '89 and asked me to write a poem about it. Even though I wasn't there, I bet it would feel like this ...
And, BTW, this is my 1,900 poem. :)
Heavy, the thunder vibrating under my feet. Unstable, the ground, no longer solid comfort. Fragile, the walls of my home that have become glass. Pieces of debris I can fit in my pocket -- the earthquake did this.
I've never experienced a large earthquake either, Karla, but your words sure do describe what I think it would be like! Very nice poem! I'm sure Johnny will be pleased.
Love,
CJ
Wow, this is unbelieveable and awesome of you. I can't believe you weren't there. I feel as if I was there reading this. Thank you for sharing your amazing gift. My best, Gloria
Karla, as you have said, this is a poem about an earthquake and perhaps I think too much but as I read this poem I thought what a great metaphor it would be for a life in turmoil. But, like I said, I think too much.
Rusty
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on April 14, 2007
And the fear, angst and surprise must be dreadful..
Happy 1900th, hmmm ever thought less poetry=more going out = finding your lover man...lol congrats spec K..
Only 1,900 poems?? WOW!! What an accomlishment, Karla; good on ya! BRAVA! *whistling and clapping*
And what a powerful jolt you have put here at the den; definitely Richter Scale 10 material! Very well done; brava! I am sure Johnny'll appreciate this! :)
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twink, Karen Lynn. :D
...and mother earth make us know her displeasure, or she was only a little hungry and what we felt was her stomach's rumbling.
Oh! the earthquake? what earthquake?
Goooooood.
Georg
Another reach of mother nature and all of her wonders. Enjoyed this! Experienced the Landers and the Northridge earthquakes and they are not fun. Enjoyed this much.
M a r v e l o u s, m y . f r i e n d. Simply m a r v e l o u s.
{Forced to repeat myself!} Man would I have hated to be in his shoes!
Hurricane Fran nearly gave me a heart attack, and it did not shake the house. . .well, not much.
1900? That's a great record! Also impressed that you were able to keep count. I stay so dsiogrnaized ;_.
Keep 'em comin' !!!!
Love an' mo love f'om the lan' o' dogwood. card'nals, 'n' tah heels {pernounced tah hills, uvcuss},
xoxoxoxoxo Pea xoxoxoxoxo
Explore the mystery of how nature makes unexpected gifts of creative wonders to an unsuspecting caregiver one late night and early morning in southeastern Georgia, USA.
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Peace&Grace,
Sharon
Regis
You did an excellent job on this one....
Blessings, Peace, Love,
Josie
God Bless
Love, Lena
Love,
CJ
Light and Wisdom ...
Love Tinka
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
Rusty
Happy 1900th, hmmm ever thought less poetry=more going out = finding your lover man...lol congrats spec K..
And what a powerful jolt you have put here at the den; definitely Richter Scale 10 material! Very well done; brava! I am sure Johnny'll appreciate this! :)
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twink, Karen Lynn. :D
Oh! the earthquake? what earthquake?
Goooooood.
Georg
Be safe,
Karen
{Forced to repeat myself!} Man would I have hated to be in his shoes!
Hurricane Fran nearly gave me a heart attack, and it did not shake the house. . .well, not much.
1900? That's a great record! Also impressed that you were able to keep count. I stay so dsiogrnaized ;_.
Keep 'em comin' !!!!
Love an' mo love f'om the lan' o' dogwood. card'nals, 'n' tah heels {pernounced tah hills, uvcuss},
xoxoxoxoxo Pea xoxoxoxoxo