A free-verse poem about the building apprehension as a violent storm approaches.
This Sunday late in December
I am watching the Cowboys
trying not to lose yet another
game in their dismal 2015 season.
My attention to the action
on the football field keeps getting
fragmented by the small box
on the TV screen showing a line
linking yellow and red pockets
of mayhem steadily approaching
from the west. A crawler at the bottom
of the TV screen announces new
warnings of deluges of rain, hail,
flash flooding, high winds, and just now
tornado watches and warnings.
Slowly but relentlessly the storm system
creeps toward Shreveport, promising
to bring tumultuous interaction between
the 80-degree warmth that blanketed
our area throughout Christmas week
with this wall of winter’s cold breath
from the North.
I wonder what dire consequences
the storm front’s arrival might bring
and whether I will still be concerned
about the football game’s final score
once the storm’s violent confrontation
consumes our hometown.
The impending arrival of the storm
grows closer, yet closer, as apprehension
and dread build toward their becoming
barely bearable. Now rain begins to fall …
Lived and worked in Dallas for years, then ole Shreveport in oil field core analysis for 15 years, really liked the area, beautful east Texas too and being able to get to Dallas to see the "Boys" play, of course they have made it hard on us fans this year, ughh!
Just waiting on spring training and to see what "banny" and the Rangers can do this year.
When I lived in Dallas in my youth, I remember mass city wide depression when the "Boys" would lose, a loss was a like a bad storm itself that passed through the city.
An interesting real-time story poem. You are right about the danger in this storm. We got a half inch of rain here in Houston and it was over. Seemed to have been worse of your way and much worse in the Dallas area with 11 deaths and in the Arkansas/Kentucky/Tennessee areas with flash flooding and 15 deaths.
Is not the way to top off the holidays with disaster in the face of a coming winter. I certainly hope that it would never happen to anybody… But it does.
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Just waiting on spring training and to see what "banny" and the Rangers can do this year.
When I lived in Dallas in my youth, I remember mass city wide depression when the "Boys" would lose, a loss was a like a bad storm itself that passed through the city.
Is not the way to top off the holidays with disaster in the face of a coming winter. I certainly hope that it would never happen to anybody… But it does.
Ron