With tired eyes and cheeks stained orange,
the storm roars on despite the snores
to flood the torn and fragile earth,
once free from antique river bed.

With sore throat and arrhythmia,
heat fogs hands as well as brain.
Frames the waking windowpane
before the boom turns room to cave.

A hammer dedicated to its task,
lightning carries on in sickly hue.
Rain drowns grass in heavy dew, a putrid perfume;
the flower garden is under attack.

There is nothing to do but survive,
the sinking day, too proud to capsize.
Board the lifeboat blown from clouds;
this morning’s shocked, but still alive.

©2023 | K.F. Hartless

Cover Art: Rachel Robins


6 responses to “Still Alive”

  1. I love the way this blog looks, K. It’s lovely. Well done, my friend. I loved this poem. It’s the perfect Monday poem! 💜

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    1. Thank you, Colleen. It’s a WIP, but I am much happier with this theme and the new editor. There’s just so much more I can easily control.

      Happy Monday, dear friend. 💜

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      1. I agree. I’m right there with you. Thanks and happy Monday to you. 💜

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  2. Your poem kinda describes my feeling on the morning of a hangover (which I’ve thankfully not had too many of!), and I love the song & video.

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  3. Such rich, beautiful words and imagery here. Is that artwork yours too? It’s stunning.

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    1. Thank you so much. No, the credits are below the poem Cover Art: Rachel Robins
      I recommend a stroll through her gallery. Super inspiring.

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