I am a writer. My passion is poetry. I feel words connect people together and help us to understand the feelings we share.
Awaiting rescue is a poem about trying to ride out the hurricane in one's house hoping to protect his possessions. As the storm becomes violent he wonders why he stayed as he listens to the wind. Rain forms a pond in his living room while his car has drifted away. He panics as he awaits rescue.
"Never Before Heard 911 Calls From Hurricane Katrina by CBS Evening News"
Listening with jittery nerves,
the raging wind
shutters rip away,
rafters bang on the roof,
why he is riding out this storm.
He thought his soul
would be fearless
with not an ounce of panic,
safeguarding his possessions
as he watched the strorm.
Rain pelts down
through the cracks in the ceiling,
a pond now on the living room floor,
recessed plywood rips off
violently shattering the glass.
He grasp a dimly lit flashlight
rushing to see
sheets of rain swirling down
into a newly formed lake
where his car used to be.
A sinking feeling
sits in the pit of his stomach,
with a rapid pulse of panic
engulfing his body,
as he anxiuosly awaits rescue.
"Weather Caught On Camera - Stuck on Toof During Katrina by The Weather Channel"
© 2019 BRENDA ARLEDGE