Saturday, September 17, 2011


Typhoon drowns
Lashing sounds
Coming at my window

All curled up
Won’t wake up
And see what is outside

Mud and rain,
Puddles again
I can’t walk down the stairs.

So much water
Wet slaughter
My crops have been smothered

Shovel and clean
Does it mean
We push through and survive?

Heavy winds,
Clattering dim
I hope my house is strong.

Fingers crossed
Wrapped up warm
I’m counting till it’s gone.

© Leonora Sophie

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