Vic

Vic


 

And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.
Haruki Murakami

Suddenly without warning the storm struck
Upending all things standing in its path
Debris everywhere, the world gone amok
 
Houses and trees, no one was spared its wrath
Roofs and branches littered fields all around
Downed poles and wrecked cars in the aftermath
 
An eerie silence, just a horrid sound
As the world struggles to gain its bearing
Out there the landscape a lost battle-ground
 
Remarkably signs of life emerging
From the flotsam rubble of the storm’s wake
Soon things will normal be, quite comforting
 
For the sun shall rise, always at daybreak
Even though the night full of pain and heartache
 
08-04-2020
©Vic Evora

Surely, this pestilence will be over. And we will resume our old lives. Hopefully, we'd still remember how it was. But this is a storm we will all remember for the rest of our lives.

2020

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Nelson D Reyes
4 months

A storm like no other in recent history. A perfect metaphor this poem for the suffering and the rot we are in today with Covid 19 and the fast pace misery world wide it is wreaking. Death everywhere. Uncertain times. Anxieties.
There’s got to be a last exit we all can take to sanity.
Great analogy Brod. Thanks.
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Vic
4 months

Thank you Brod.

Yes I used the storm as a metaphor for the plague God has sent us; perhaps to test us and see how we will fare the trials and tribulations. I pray He will send us the tools for survival as individuals and as a society. May we remain our good selves through it all and may we still recognize ourselves as a society when it is over.

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Olga Gavrilovskiy
4 months

Storms, as destructive and furious as they are can be cleansing. Maybe I'm talking about more of a storm in a personal life, but storms and destruction, as unpleasant as they are, are necessary part of nature. I love the sweeping energy of this poem :-)

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Vic
4 months

Indeed. I intended the storm as a metaphor for COVID-19 as well as personal storms, like sickness and the loss of a loved one. For both can leave us devastated.

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