It isn't the air, or the wind, or the moisture; It is the damage it causes when it strikes. That is what makes this "most photogenic natural disaster" so hard to explain.
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There are no devious, diabolical elements in her. My mother is beautiful. But when she strikes, I feel destroyed.
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| "Mother Ship" by Carston Peter for National Geographic |
I do not feel safe with my mother, though I cannot seem to stop needing her.
She wakes in the morning and her life begins again; I lie in bed listening; What form, what shape, what unexpected circumstances will this day take?
Don't lift me up and carry me away. I like this ground I walk on. I think you are very beautiful, but in your arms: I disappear; I lose my breath; I feel so damn insignificant.
I cannot do that anymore. I have something I have planted;
I must stay and watch it grow....
growing up in Texas gave me the complete and total fear of tornadoes. They scare me to death, but they are amazing. Thanks for the awesome comment you left on my post! :) It's nice to meet you!
ReplyDeleteHi!! I don't know how I would feel about real tornadoes, but the grandiosity of the imagery was better than all the convoluted words I tried to string together to simply say: I'm really pissed at my mother....But you DO realize it was the previous post where I wrote about you, not the one about damage causing mothers?!?! (Haha!) I think you're just great-just GREAT!
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ReplyDeleteThanks! I dunno how "nice" it is to call my mama a natural disaster on the eve of Intl. Women's Day (m'i'bad) but if it weren't for your classic Wilde quotation, I wouldn't have realized what had been bothering me all week, so double thanks!
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