Ten Years Ago

 

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the rain didn't stop all afternoon,

with wild wind blowing I drove in the gloom.

I knew too late I should have turned 'round,

traffic was pushing me out of town;

the winds felt as strong as a typhoon.

outside the car the wild gusts did hoon

the situation inopportune;

against the car waves started to pound.

the rain didn't stop...

with flooding as bad as a monsoon,

I wished my car could be a pontoon.

waves threatened to sweep me from the ground,

as the rain kept pounding all around;

I felt trapped inside a death cocoon.

the rain didn't stop...

aabba aabR aabbaR

Lines 9 and 15 are short - a refrain (R) consisting of a phrase taken from line one. The other lines are longer (but all of the same metrical length).

notes

Here's the prompt that inspired the poem. 

https://experiencewriting.com/2023/10/05/oct-5-prompts-every-word-a-treat/

This is something I actually experienced and have written about several times. I don't know that I've ever really dealt with it. I tend to deal with things by putting them to the back of my mind and hoping they fuck off. 

Yes, I backdated the poem. I don't think it's very good. I was going to do a Haibun, but then I thought I'd give the Rondeau a bash. I probably shouldn't have.

I'm somewhat emotionally dysregulated right now and don't feel like doing anything else with this mess. You get what you get.

~Ornery Owl Has Spoken~

Image by Alexa from Pixabay

Ornery Owl wishes this tree had some candy, but it just has pumpkins, bats, and other owls.

Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #89: Extreme Haibun: Is It Too Much to Ask For Rain?

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“Is it too much to ask for it to rain?” I ask as I spend another summer steeped in sweat.

Yet I remember the year when the flood came, another year when I often asked: “is it too much to ask for it to rain?”

I remember the wave slamming into the side of my car, the terror as I wondered if I would be swept away into a field which had become a choppy lake.

I did not ask for it to rain for a long time after that.

when something well-loved

becomes a thing of terror

everything changes

~Cie~

Image from the Longmont Times-Call

Notes:

For those who are prone to questioning my veracity, the story related above is 100% true and I had PTSD following the incident. One of the ways in which this affected me is making me unable to write for a long time. People lost their lives during this flood, and I didn't know why I wasn't one of them. I've never done anything which I believe makes me worthy of continued survival, and yet, like toenail fungus, I persist in hanging around long past my sell-by date.