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Spinning Red and Black and Purple Twisters Strike Bare

Updated on January 29, 2013



Black and purple tornadoes whipping through


and fields of meadows left in the wake struck bare.


Branches snap and twirl.


Among stones and broken glass -


Red front door is wedged between


Wooden shutters – inside now the outside


Leaving gas stoves leaking.



Into the broken air it seeps


Matchbooks and cheap lighters lose their flint and nerve is lost


as loved ones search the debris looking for their sweet flesh to embrace.


Blue and red lights flash and sirens blare


from the mouths of babes shrieking cries


and dogs whine trapped under a devil lock.



Mice and men they've all become.


Looking side to side, up and down.


Hands rose high –


Blame they talk -


Justice they mutter.


They curse and then


Indignant they begin to take.


Looting, searching under things


more glass breaks


and little old ladies pull out their hair twisting its straw-like silver.


Pushed to the side into


The skeletons of homes and trees,


and gardens ripped of herbs.



The tornado has turned red.


A broken bench she turns over


on the corner of "Him" and "Hope"...


She rights it.


She sits down


Her billowing skirt


soft between her legs.


White and lacy -


She lays her head down.


She hopes she sleeps and dreams,


in her slumber;


Salty, bitter.



Seeping lashes,


Darkened with remnants of what


She thinks makes her pretty.


And she wishes she hadn't burned


all of his pictures.

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    • bizarrett81 profile image

      bizarrett81 4 years ago from Maine

      What a frighteningly beautiful poem. You painted a picture with your words.

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      frankieonfire 4 years ago from Eureka, CA

      Thanks so much for reading!

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      prasetio30 4 years ago from malang-indonesia

      Beautiful poem and I love this one. Thank you very much for writing and share with us. Voted up and SMILE :-)

      Prasetio

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      frankieonfire 4 years ago from Eureka, CA

      Thanks to you both! Glad you both came to one of my pages! I am flattered.

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 4 years ago from Riga, Latvia

      Voted up and beautiful. Wonderful poetry. Romantically sad. Sometimes we do for love what we regret. I too once burned some meaningful letters which I wish I had kept.

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      frankieonfire 4 years ago from Eureka, CA

      Thanks my dear kind soul. It is a sad poem.. It was actually a time of moving on and being fearful of what the future would hold without my memories ... and sadly even the constant heartbreak. Also I guess about the coldness people can feel, do feel to others pain in reaction to their own or not. I took artistic liberty here; It was more like a deleted hundreds of emails.. So glad for your feedback dear. Cheers :)

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