IKE IN CLAY TO PASS THE TIME AWAY
DYNAMO RADIO
CHIMES ASKEW
FALLEN BRANCHES
DADDY LONGLEGS START OVER
FLEA MARKET #1
FLEA MARKET #2
FLEA MARKET #3
FLEA MARKET #4
FLEA MARKET #5
We spent the afternoon after the hurricane walking around a local flea market. Some of the best "art" can be found there...in the junk. I especially like the deer and traffic light grouping found in a darkened building with walls lined in shiny insulation. Unbelievable! You can't make this stuff up.
MORNING AFTER A STORM
The morning after
a storm is like
a fight—
all is quiet and still…
the blackened night
fades into indigo sky
where heavy clouds
still hang.
Gradual light reveals
a littered earth,
scattered green branches
lie broken, slowly dying.
Things seem normal outside
as birds cheerfully chirp,
but inside
there’s no electricity.
Claudia Lowery
September 14, 2008
The morning after Hurricane Ike
BORROWED TIME
In the small and quiet hours
of emerging welcomed sun
nineteen candles light the room
and fade as night is done.
Without the power to carry on
with life as it is known
the world slows to a snail’s crawl,
important things are shown.
I gave myself permission
to do nothing but reflect,
then read, then draw, then read again—
I feel more circumspect.
My ears are ringing with the hum
of silence all around
only interrupted by
a woodpecker’s hammering pound.
But now a power surge moves along
filling miles of endless line.
It takes away from what I yearned—
a slice of borrowed time.
Claudia Lowery
September 17, 2008
After 4 days without electricity following Hurricane Ike.
The morning after
a storm is like
a fight—
all is quiet and still…
the blackened night
fades into indigo sky
where heavy clouds
still hang.
Gradual light reveals
a littered earth,
scattered green branches
lie broken, slowly dying.
Things seem normal outside
as birds cheerfully chirp,
but inside
there’s no electricity.
Claudia Lowery
September 14, 2008
The morning after Hurricane Ike
BORROWED TIME
In the small and quiet hours
of emerging welcomed sun
nineteen candles light the room
and fade as night is done.
Without the power to carry on
with life as it is known
the world slows to a snail’s crawl,
important things are shown.
I gave myself permission
to do nothing but reflect,
then read, then draw, then read again—
I feel more circumspect.
My ears are ringing with the hum
of silence all around
only interrupted by
a woodpecker’s hammering pound.
But now a power surge moves along
filling miles of endless line.
It takes away from what I yearned—
a slice of borrowed time.
Claudia Lowery
September 17, 2008
After 4 days without electricity following Hurricane Ike.
