August 31, 2005
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Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
Wednesday, August 31, 2005 3:15 p.m. pdt
When the levee breaks in my heart,
And my tears flood with emotion,
I am stricken with sadness
a volley of voluminous despair
I stand, with many, awestruck by nature
And anger at man’s folly and naivete
It’s hard in the Easy
As the levees crack
along with the minds of the populace
Left behind
as the waters rise,
And the dead float from their graves
both metaphorically and literally
down the rivers which used to be the
streets of the iconical City of New Orleans
In Mississippi the dead cry with no voice
rotting in the sun
In Alabama the waters damage as well
and fickle chance becomes maudlin misery
Homelessness on a stateswide scale
no home to which
many and many will ever return
“The suicide rate will climb in Louisiana”
heard as an offhand comment in a
doctor’s office waiting room
One pauses to reflect
on the process of loss
and weather the storms of serendipity
which permeated
the gulf coast with it’s anger
Gaea undulating
Rivers rising
Storm clouds gathering
People dying
Yet it was a beautiful sunlit day where I live
and I wonder sometimes how
long it will last
as I grieve for humanity yet again
This is my latest poem, just written about 15 minutes ago, and brewing in my head this morning as I drove the streets of Long Beach CA, during one of the most beautiful of our late summer days, crying with a sadness that can’t be calibrated by mere words.
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Please make any comments on the poem on the last Hometown Entry #3. I’d LOVE to make Featured Content like all my new FG friends are! This “Hometown” idea is making me crazy after four straight days. But I can’t bear to watch any more news, and the Yahoo news photo slideshow got me immensely depressed this morning. MFN 8/31/05
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