you know what they say during drills.
get under the desk, it’s safe.
well, I’m the desk,
stuck in the corner as the first wave hits,
the dishes and pots hit the ground,
my legs threaten to give way but not quite,
then silence.
“it’s over,” says the child,
crawling out from under me.
I laugh, I work, I study, I write.
but smile no more,
because a bigger wave is about to come.
I’m not prepared,
not for the breaking, the shaking,
the dramatic screams that call for danger,
I’m okay. I’m okay. I’m okay.
except I’m not,
except my legs crumble under the pressure,
then silence again.
the mother attempts to glue me back together,
and I stand somehow
with my wobbly legs and flustered face.
see, that’s the thing about earthquakes,
they come unexpected,
causing so much destruction in their wake,
then gone like nothing ever happened.
I remember tornado drills in Kansas growing up
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Living in Alaska, earthquakes are very common, so I get this…. though nowadays it’s not under a desk drills. But yeah, that 7.2 we had in December was…. unnerving to say the least.
Love this poem. I like the idea of something else’s perspective. Very good!
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I live in South Korea, where they insist on doing under the desk drills. We’ve been doing the same thing since elementary school. Then again, earthquakes almost never happen here. Honestly, they’re a bit scary.
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Next one: fire drills
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Great piece! Is it weird I relate to the desk? lol
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I mean, a lot of people probably would! The poem’s actually about depression 🙂
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This is really amazing. It took me back to being a child at school, before I was diagnosed with anything, those panicky feelings just beginning to take shape. You captured the feeling of depression and anxiety very beautifully in a specific moment. Well done 🙂
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Thank you 🙂
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I remember these drills growing up in California. They always hit my anxiety too. Great job capturing that feeling!
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Some great imagery floating in this piece! Well done!
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The metaphor of a desk in an earthquake to talk about someone going through hard times or…just life, is brilliant here. That’s the way I saw it from the onset, and the way the words flew on, about how the desk wobbles and reassures itself with empty backing, how someone else patches it up but it’s a far cry from its former self – it’s just amazing. 👍🏻👍🏻
I’m gonna reblog this.
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It’s so heartwarming to see someone relate to a poem that was so personal to me also. Thank you so much for this and for reblogging, it really means a lot!
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I loved this. If I didn’t have brain-fog from a cold, I could write more, but, all I have right now is how this made me feel – I loved it!
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Thank you so much!
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I love this.
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This is beautiful yet again
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Very unique style that triggers empathy through imagery. Definitely can relate to it. Thank you for sharing!
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This is such a lovely poem. Simple and yet profound. Beautiful!
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