Friday Flash 55 — Nemo Blizzard

Terrible blizzard coming —
That really blows!
Gonna be historic —
Weatherman knows.
Everyone, inside.....
Before bolting doors
consider Sandy victims
huddled on moldy floors.
Few hours remaining,
then storm fronts meet.
Find needy strangers
out on the street.
Offer rides to safety —
Share, lend a hand.
People get ready together
for the blizzard in this land.

Written for Friday Flash 55 - My post in exactly 55 words - for the G-Man.

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Poetics: The lights are back on.....

The lights
are back on
but is
anybody
home? Who
will scrape
the mold
and rust from
this building
built for
those who
marched
to a different
drummer
in a different
time:


When
summers sang
from ship to
shore,
when tales
were told
of a great
Nor'easter
back in the fall
of '25 —
the biggest
storm ever — 
thus,
nevermore.

Memories,
memories: 
Black mold,
red rust
March out of
this time
Drum ship to
shore
Tell tales
nevermore
of a biggest
storm.

The lights
are back on
but is
anybody
home?


Written for Poetics — Through the Artist's Lens  — at dVerse Poets hosted this week by Brian Miller, who shared with us the art and photography of a blogger/artist named SueAnn. I selected her piece above as the prompt for my poem.

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