Thursday, May 23, 2013

Heart Defended





Oklahoma National Guard
Heart Defended



The house cracked open
in the hands of the storm
all except for its heart,
 and its hard rib-bone.

It gave up no secrets
 from down on its knees,
just its pale flesh, wind-mingled
with the lives of trees.

The debris ball bounced;
things flew, things ended.
Walls turned to wind,
but the heart defended.

~May 2013





55 bits of whirling debris for     the g-man








For those interested in contributing to Red Cross Disaster Relief for the Moore Oklahoma tornado, here is the link:

http://www.redcross.org/charitable-donations






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13 comments:

  1. i am thankful for the hearts that made it through...and continue on in spite of...all your neighbors to the south there are def on my heart joy...and i am so glad you were ok...smiles.

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  2. You are so right Joy. That is on everyone's mind
    What a powerful yet tearjerking poem
    ( I didn't have to read this one twice, I wanted to)
    You are so awesome Hedge, thanks for always
    adding your brilliant insights to the Friday Funfest
    Have a Kick Ass Week End
    G

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  3. walls turned to wind !! Makes my heart flutter, the video on TV and the interviews... ugh. So glad you and Mama Zen are safe and OK.

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  4. Oh, this was perfection, hedgewitch. To think of going through such as this!

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  5. "But the heart defended...." brilliant, Joy. I, too, am so glad you are okay.

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  6. I especially like the part about how its flesh is "wind-mingled with the lives of trees."

    Definitely a topic on many people's minds this week.

    Thanks for another Friday 55!
    Mine's here. :)


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  7. As long as the heart is not destroyed. Great write.

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  8. Very well said ! thank you- we who have dealt with tornadoes are still a bit dicey when it comes to
    tornadic "rotations"!

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  9. What a perfect poem for the circumstances. Tornadoes are certainly terrifying.

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  10. Sad, powerful poem -manages to be hopeful even in the sombre tones. k.

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  11. Great write JOy. I just love the middle stanza:

    It gave up no secrets
    from down on its knees,
    just its pale flesh, wind-mingled
    with the lives of trees.

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  12. *smax forehead* How did I miss this? I've been hearing a lot about "Oklahoma spirit" in interviews, and it seems like it's a real and positive thing. A person's home is so central to life, I can't imagine losing it in an instant like that. My heart goes out to everyone in Moore.

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  13. That brought a tear to my eye. Beautiful.

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