Oh so dark sky
in a starless night
Still I brave the road
with a single flickering light
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Oh so cold water
bathe my tired feet
Still I pursue our lane
flooded at 3 meters deep
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Oh why so quiet
usually noisy neighbors?
Still I head home, and
saw a scene I will not savor.
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Oh so quick
we have to move.
Still the flood rises high
in fast, full groove.
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In response to Writing 201 Day 7 assignment:
Day 7: Neighborhood, Ballad, Assonance
What do you think about when you think about your neighborhood?
Whether it’s your block, a favorite store or coffeeshop, or just a general sense of community (or lack thereof), keep today’s poem local, within the radius of a leisurely stroll from your home.
I re-imagined that fateful October night when we are forced to evacuate due to flood.
It was unforgettable, not just for me and my family but to our whole community.
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