WFSC Creative Writing Facilitators, Mike Deregowski and Kelsey Hoople, challenge you to participate in national poetry month. 1 poem per day for 30 days with no working ahead. 😉
Overall theme 'When Life Changes'.
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Day 30 | April 30th | Aftermath
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Aftermath
Heads come to roll
Amidst the December-blanketed-snow;
The touch of the wind sharp-as-it-is-cold,
Will it take this voice and go?
To those times lost in spring thaw
Amidst the memory-dew -
It is no wonder we too oft forget what we saw
And our eyes see right through.
For as the seasons change, mid-summer to brittle-fall,
We sit holding warmth in a cup
And wonder at the aftermath of it all;
Years gone by in the blink-of-an-eye to measure up.
Who are we, after it all goes by-and-by,
And who is it we have become?
For the aftermath begs us to question why
In the moment, we thought it fun.
And time, like no old friend that-ever-was,
Does not…
DAY 30 (Woo Hoo!)- AFTERMATH
The Scars Run Deep
With anger, waiting to rise up
Again and
Again
With sorrow, delving for refuge
Down and
Down
The World Desperate
To breathe out
Sigh and
Laugh
Again
One
Day
WRITTEN BY LANA O’NEILL APRIL, 2021
April 30th – Aftermath
The finish line.
The aftermath of training:
Blood, sweat, and tears.
Maybe days, but most likely years.
Challenge of rhyme.
The aftermath of thirty days:
Swear, sweat, and ink.
Either easy or too much for a poet to think.
Another time.
The aftermath of saying ‘no’:
Regret for what’s not done.
Once past – opportunity is not won.
Partner in crime.
The aftermath of conspiracy:
Don’t want to get caught…
Turned in solo – if one is bought.
A hefty fine.
The aftermath of disobedience.
Freedom of ‘me’ increased.
But results: more elderly deceased.
Buyers remorse.
The aftermath of a bad decision.
Now, too bad you are stuck.
Tr…
Aftermath
Skies turned black
Rain poured down
Can’t turn back
Fight to stay on the ground
Powerful winds turn calm
Everything has changed
Damage similar to a bomb
From small to large range
Homes destroyed
Oil tanks on the street
Clean-up crews employed
Families struggle to get back on their feet
Edmonton came through
After Black Friday displayed its wrath
No better proof
City of champions in the aftermath
AFTERMATH
BOOM!
Burning, hissing, rattling
cloud of black smoke
lights blinding
burnt smell of rubber
water pipes bursting
sense of panic arising
loss of property and building
loss of hearts and businesses
spirits burned down to ashes
blacked out burnt out
wiped out like a tornado
flattened and torpedoed
Instagram and Facebook
erupted with photos
and comments
still processing
feelings and actions
left hanging and dangling
This is the aftermath.
by TPE
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