Power Unleashed

Written for:  Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads – Weekend Mini-Challenge:  Juice
(posted by Brendan MacOdrum)
For this challenge, write a poem about power in your life and the world. Write about family or creativity or instinct, plugging in or playing unhooked, heavenly or earthly powers, the power of life or death, human powers versus nature’s, etc. Then come back here to the pond and find a lily pad to plug into and let ‘er rip. Visit other patrons of the pond and sample the hooch they’ve brewed. Extra points for keeping your poem mini (-ish, -esque, -mal, -finny, etc.).

He daydreams and nightdreams of her constantly
unable, unwilling to accept her death,
casualty of a hurricane–her destiny.
Mother nature did take her last breath,

leaving him in a vacuum, his insides
sucked dry as cracked earth in last year’s drought.
He knows he must mend his home without his bride.
The thought of touching her possessions brings out

a fear that he will surrender control.
Yet he desires a trinket, a keepsake
of the marvel they acquired soul to soul–
before nature supplanted love with ache.

He remembers how they felt so invincible.
Now, alone, he feels life is unbearable.


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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9 Responses to Power Unleashed

  1. This is heartbreaking. I can almost see him crying over the wreckage, wishing her near… and alive.


  2. Vivian Zems says:

    So sad, and yet these things need to be written about.


  3. Gillena Cox says:

    Very very sad, thanks for sharing this poem

    much love…


  4. hedgewitch says:

    Yes, the truth of mortality is a bitter one, no matter how one comes to it.


  5. “…Yet he desires a trinket, a keepsake / of the marvel they acquired soul to soul–…” Just beautiful, Sara.


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