Katrina…by Jessie 9/05
Calm and peaceful, the waves softly echo and reverberate as they find obstacles in their path.
Quiet… so deafening you can hear the other mans thoughts.
The sky, the bluest blue, and the only real movement, is the birds’ overhead.
Stranded on this island surrounded by water, I look out to all the other islands and all the other survivors perched upon the roofs of flooded homes.
Not a word is uttered, shock and dismay has taken hold.
Sure the sky is blue now but only hours ago the sky was dark and ominous, as a cataclysmic event was unfolding.
Devastating winds, pelting rain, and fear made its way to shore.
It’s as if the gods scooped up the sea and hurled it all at once.
Some made it others didn’t.
The smell of death stains the air.
Faces peer from just below the waters surface, eyes fixated and still, looking up to the blue sky.
Nothing to do but sit and wait
Time devours its self while waiting
Wait for lower level, will assistance come?
Wait for sustenance.
All is gone; all is lost
In a blink of an eye all has changed.
Never seen a sky so blue
Feb 11, 2018
Feb 11, 2018 at 1:59 PM UTC
Katrina…by Jessie 9/05
Calm and peaceful, the waves softly echo and reverberate as they find obstacles in their path.
Quiet… so deafening you can hear the other mans thoughts.
The sky, the bluest blue, and the only real movement, is the birds’ overhead.
Stranded on this island surrounded by water, I look out to all the other islands and all the other survivors perched upon the roofs of flooded homes.
Not a word is uttered, shock and dismay has taken hold.
Sure the sky is blue now but only hours ago the sky was dark and ominous, as a cataclysmic event was unfolding.
Devastating winds, pelting rain, and fear made its way to shore.
It’s as if the gods scooped up the sea and hurled it all at once.
Some made it others didn’t.
The smell of death stains the air.
Faces peer from just below the waters surface, eyes fixated and still, looking up to the blue sky.
Nothing to do but sit and wait
Time devours its self while waiting
Wait for lower level, will assistance come?
Wait for sustenance.
All is gone; all is lost
In a blink of an eye all has changed.
Never seen a sky so blue
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