August 31, 2011
Despite the greyness,
And the steady wind
Thump-thump-thumping branches
Across my Daydream Window,
Poured a steamy smell: coffee
Through the crack under my bedroom door,
Staining my senses,
And peeling my eyes open

It reminded me, Irene,
That right before
You come round,
Teenage girl,
Howling and sobbing in our ears
About things that don’t matter,
The world takes a nap

She’s gotta hold firm soon…
With strong brownish grains,
Almost microscopic, making that impenetrable wall
Below our feet,
The one we never appreciate
And walk all over

The earth’s hidey-holing
All the little animals

They know
Ages before we do
The date and time
Of your unappreciated visit

You’re not ugly, Irene…
You’re a strong girl,
A fierce one

You put on
A spectacular show,
Dancing up the trees
While you toss whispery music
Into the air
With rain-streaked lightning fingers

Then, branches crack,
And tumble,
They’re too tired,
Can’t sway
To that endless beat

Cars crumple,
Weak as crimson Coca Cola cans

And walls
On pretty suburbs houses splinter,
Like broken wedding cakes,
With the insides spilling out
And icing melting down the middle

You hate the lights,
They blind you,
So you flick them off easily,
And most of us
Are fine without
For now, while you’re still here

But why, Irene,
Must you forget
To turn them back on
Before you leave?

Be considerate!
Lend a hand!
It takes us too long
To fix telephone poles,
Snapped like toothpicks,
All by ourselves

And what about the hot water?
Cold showers
Make me squeal
Like a filthy pig,
And I fight the urge
To skip the freezing waterfall wash,

Because then
I might actually turn into
A grimy, slimy hog

So you see, Irene?
This is why
We refuse to befriend you…

Don’t come back
Until you learn
How to clean up
After your street-smashing parties
On your own

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I-write-for-me-not-you said...
Nov. 29, 2011 at 4:04 pm
This was very good! The way you personified the hurricane is excellent. You made it seem both beautiful and tragic. I really enjoyed this poem.
Taphephobia This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Nov. 2, 2011 at 10:29 pm
Wow, this is really good. Unfortunately, I was stupid enough I didn't think you were talking about a hurricane until halfway through but really depicted it very nicely.
JuStMe.DeZZi said...
Oct. 21, 2011 at 9:07 am
Epic! You describe the hurricane to the very last detail and make it seem so human and alive. I was lucky that Irene only brushed across my state and didn't give us too much trouble :) but its pretty cool to see how much destruction and problems she caused somewhere else. Great poem :D
LittleMissSunshine08_11 replied...
Oct. 21, 2011 at 7:25 pm
:) Thanks for the feedback!
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