When the wind comes
And gently whispers
The walls of your house
They listen.
As the rain pit-patters
And sideways splatters
The rivers stand up
Fattened
Breezes once mellow
Echo in the sky
As unrooted trees
Your relatives fly
Then the wave rises
Wrath with no reason
All along the shoreline
Anger season
When the wind comes
And gently whispers
The walls of your house
They listen
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I written this piece a year ago, after long conversations with a friend of mine about her experiences with typhoons. Sadly enough, it's still relevant today - and it will be relevant in the future.
Typhoons are a seasonal phenomenon. A natural part of climate, if you will. But they are getting stronger due to climate change. Dealing with typhoons would be a challenge for any country. And not every town has the proper infrastructure to deal with them.
I can't properly express how bleak this feels to me, so make of that what you will.
About the Creator
M.
Half-time writer, all time joker. M. Maponi specializes in speculative fiction, and speculates on the best way to get his shit together.
Author of "Reality and Contagion" and "Consultancy Blues"
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Comments (1)
Good poem