Inspired by Magpie #38
A Bad Omen
It suddenly dropped without warning
Unsecurely stuck teetering precariously
Adorning the bare wall
I spied the mirror earlier
Was it a bad omen?
Shouts of joy and laughter of children on the beach
Could not alleviate the pain
Of seeing a present received from a loved one
On the floor , smashed to smithereens
What with it, it did not seem right.
It was deathly quiet, seemed utterly strange
The chirping of the birds suddenly missing
Restlessness, animals in circles, moving
Initially relieved that frolicking children
were enjoying the sun on the beach but not realizing
Of imminent danger , unfolding
the calmness of the sea was disturbing
Strangely enough it suddenly turned quiet
As an empty concert hall devoid of performance
The air of silence permeated the surroundings
Pull away the curtains!
This was not the time to laze in bed
The sun already up high in the sky
Get up! You’d be late
Wham! How suddenly it happened
Caught unguarded, unprepared, unaware of walls of water
Six metres high, Lashing outside swirling,
it cruelly tore me out of bed
Wrenched out rudely
Tsunami!
Thrust among the debris unceremoniously
Raging torrents inundated the surroundings
Flattening , shoving,pushing racing amongst them
Men, women,children sans laughter, screaming
Animals scurrying, baying
In a whirlpool I was thrown in, frantically grabbing
A log, heaven sent, toppling and tumbling
Hold on to dear life
It seemed ages, I passed out astride
Oblivious of time
The angels above were kind.
I opened my eyes, I was full of grime
Destruction of mankind
Of untold proportions
Wanton loss of lives were common
Providence was overly protective
Of my battered soul and limbs
In daze I wandered my gaze
Around the environment
‘Where is everybody? ”
No one here, no one heard
Just a lost soul in faint soliloquy
There lying beside me just as forlorn
Lifeless, just as lonely, with an inscription, a broken stone
for company
16 comments:
A broken headstone for company – ah, desolate!
Thank god for those heaven sent logs. Beautiful piece.
wonderful write...where is everybody...only a broken headstone for company...ack.
a broken headdstone for company...sad...well written story
Dear Sir Hank,
I was away for a week and come back to find a masterpiece!
Excellent!
I am so proud of you.
Dear Ninotaziz Ma'am,
Thanks Ma'am and welcome back. Looking forward from your prolific self!
This has the immediacy of your presence at and in the tsunami! Maybe you were there!
Fortunately not Mr Ray. But the carnage and destruction as shown on TV especially of the recent one in Indonesia is too vivid to forget. It just gives you the shivers reliving it.
powerful writing-excellent-I thought you were there.
kathew, Ma'am,
I cringe thinking I could have been there, God forbid!
Could feel the build of the crescendo... to the end... a broken headstone for company. All life washed away...
'Reflections' Ma'am,
It's frightening. And those having houses by the sea-shore still persist in doing so. And the resorts too! I just wonder.
Dear Sir Hank,
Check this out. I think you'd enjoy it.
http://dustus.wordpress.com/2010/11/02/why-i-weep-bookstains-poetry-challenge/
Dear Ninotaziz Ma'am,
Got it! A whole wide world. This'll be a regular. Thanks Ma'am.
I have to go back to school because I know I cannot make it.
Dear Pakcik,
I savour and look forward to those that come our way every now and then.
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