One to Remember

The sky filled with fire tonight: vivid
red, orange, yellow flames of cloud
raged against an ashen sky before
the night reluctantly put them out.
All the fire department could do was
sit by and watch as it burned itself
into our collective memories ...
this will be one to remember.

(c) 2009, Karla Dorman

Do Angels Cry

Novenda sings a song called "Cry," one of the most haunting melodies I've ever heard. I've copied the lyrics here for you, as well as my response.

"Cry" (c) Novenda

where am i
lying in the dark
here am i
lost without a part
can they see me
can they hear me
cry
it makes me wonder
if angels cry
it makes me wonder
if angels cry
for me ....

(my response)

I hear you
lying in the dark
I see you
with every lightning spark
wanting to reach you
wanting to free you
trying ...
you ask the question
if angels cry
and let me answer
yes angels cry
for you ...

(c) 2008, Karla Dorman

www.youtube.com/watch?v=AJwtql6nqcA

Spring Observation (2/6/09)

Ribbons of robinsound unspool
in southerly breezes. Clouds quilt
silver filaments across the blue of

sky. The sun rubs its healing balm
over the land, comforting frozen
limbs with the promise of Spring ...

(c) Karla Dorman

Tornado On Lone Grove Street, written by WKN's Tanner B.

My WKN friend and fellow Burlesonite, 16 year old Tanner, wrote a poem. I share it with you.

TORNADO ON LONE GROVE STREET

The sirens go off blaringly,
No one knows what to do.
They get to the center of their house,
So they can't here the moo.

The tornado barrels through town,
The damage is immense.
A truck lies in the trees,
And not by common sense.

Daybreak comes around,
Everyone sees it all,
There is nothing left
Except for a soccer ball.

The people are devastated
Both in body and in mind,
They will rebuild soon
But not without remembering this night.

(c) 2009, Tanner Bankston

Dance With The Devil

Living where we do, you'd think
underground shelter would be
mandatory: nope. Not cost-
effective or the ground shifts
too much or they flood -- have
heard all the excuses as
to why none, here. What is one
life worth? What is the price for
a little peace of mind? Too
damn much, apparently. And
so, we dance with the Devil
and pray he doesn't kill us
in the middle of the night:
what other choice do we have?!?

(c) 2009, Karla Dorman

This Wasn't In The Forecast

Look: up in the sky: it's a plane,
no, it's a bird, no, it's convection:
towers firing off of the dryline,
blowing the lid off of the cap like
it is nothing. Getting ready to
pop: got to. They have already
boxed us in. Just need a kicker
to set the fireworks in motion -
the instability is there, dammit.
This is the hardest part: waiting.

(c) 2009, Karla Dorman (2/4)

Chaser Convergence

When stormclouds poke their heads over
the horizon, a strange phenomenon occurs:
a Chaser Convergence. Eyes glued to the
latest severe weather outlooks and radar
screens, they chirp excitedly over the
possibility it could happen, making locals
nervous with talk of baseballs and tornadic
hooks. They flock together on the roads
crisscrossing the plains; you can tell them
by their hail-dented plumage. And there
they sit, biding their time, waiting for just
the right moment to take wing after the
perfect storm. Don't mind seeing them,
just don't want to see them in my backyard!

(c) 2009, Karla Dorman