Friday, November 3, 2017
It is Poetry Friday.
It is Poetry Friday whether you have electricity or not.
(Update: WE HAVE POWER!) Ours went out at 2:30 am on Monday...see yesterday's post.
The storm we had was called a bomb cyclone. They are caused by a sudden drop in atmospheric pressure. I guess it was instigated by Tropical Storm Philippe that merged with a cold front (I'd call it collision, not a merging...but hey, I'm not a weather expert) right over Maine.
But it is still Poetry Friday. And on Wednesday, I had time to be at Starbucks with lots of other cravers of WiFi and coffee. I had time at LL Bean's coffee shop on the first day of no power. They had WiFi and iced coffee and iced tea. No lights. Just the essentials.
Here's my storm poem. It's been fun hanging out watching people starving for the Internet and coffee.
We are tethered
to the wall,
should it fall,
As a leach minds
So we'll wander
and we'll crawl
in the mall
Ere our iPad
starts to stall
With no power
All's a pall.
by Donna JT Smith
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Posted by Donna Smith at 12:00 AM