Wow, really nice poem; amazing the hyperlink you gave , i linked across and read it all, thanks for the link, helped me to understand the intensity of your poem
while reading the poem i wondered why i did not remember this, then i went to the link and found it was 200 years ago. scary just like all the tornadoes. hope you are safe this morning
this is -so- cool, Gail. you bring back that event, weave in history and geology (I love geology!) and do so seamlessly and with grace. thanks for adding your voice ~
That is really a powerful last line - I can only imagine the nightmare of the earth giving way beneath one's feet.
May 12, 2015 at 10:52 PM
the sandy clay dropped
folding the river bed
with such force
pieces rose and fell
leaving empty spots
water withdrawing reversed
gnawed boats, trees,
Reel Foot Fault bucked New Madrid Fault thrust
land rose cutting like a knife
trees fell and sand spouts birthed
when the quiet returned
fragments of what was
lay in blood-less houses
people counted their blessings
and tried to believe in living again
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Close this window Jump to comment formA vivid scene you paint.. it must have been horrid with such a quake.
May 8, 2015 at 2:38 AM
Wow, really nice poem; amazing the hyperlink you gave , i linked across and read it all, thanks for the link, helped me to understand the intensity of your poem
muh love...
May 8, 2015 at 3:17 AM
Something I hope to never experience.
May 8, 2015 at 5:10 AM
Wow Gail just WOW. Hug B
May 8, 2015 at 6:01 AM
Beautifully penned..!
xoxo
May 8, 2015 at 6:44 AM
while reading the poem i wondered why i did not remember this, then i went to the link and found it was 200 years ago. scary just like all the tornadoes. hope you are safe this morning
May 8, 2015 at 6:58 AM
I've heard that name since I was a child, aware of it from Illinois. It is really a scary event. Thanks for the link, and good job with the poem.
May 8, 2015 at 7:30 AM
wow. very scary and you portrayed that well!
May 8, 2015 at 7:47 AM
I love the title and the last two lines!
May 8, 2015 at 8:06 AM
Are you close to that fault? Very nice poem.
May 8, 2015 at 8:51 AM
that must have been so frightening to go through that? the idea also of the Mississippi flowing backwards also boggles my mind?
May 8, 2015 at 9:01 AM
Great poem, and something to really think about.
May 8, 2015 at 9:02 AM
This is outstanding, Gail!
May 8, 2015 at 9:45 AM
Your words penetrate through to heart....
May 8, 2015 at 12:22 PM
Beware the Big Muddy.
May 8, 2015 at 12:24 PM
I love that title...and the rest, too.
May 8, 2015 at 12:31 PM
You have captured the turmoil of these natural cataclysms, and people having to learn to believe in living again. Exactly.
May 8, 2015 at 1:43 PM
I have heard about that as long as I can remember but still just can't get my mind to accept it!
I just missed seeing the Mississippi when we got lost in St. Louis. If I had known how close we were we would have got lost a little further!
May 8, 2015 at 2:57 PM
Well done, Gail.
Great new header, too!
Have a blessed weekend!
May 8, 2015 at 7:24 PM
Interesting new header!
May 8, 2015 at 8:40 PM
this is -so- cool, Gail. you bring back that event, weave in history and geology (I love geology!) and do so seamlessly and with grace. thanks for adding your voice ~
May 9, 2015 at 12:31 AM
What an extraordinary event! You describe it vividly, and the list words might have been tailor made for this subject.
May 9, 2015 at 3:16 AM
Quite scary!
Have a good weekend
All the best Jan
May 9, 2015 at 6:46 AM
Wow, such a visual piece addressing not only the toll on nature and human construction, but also the fragility of hope that raises from destruction.
May 9, 2015 at 3:20 PM
Is that Bonnie playing "stare down" in the header Miss Creativity?!
May 10, 2015 at 4:51 PM
You had me at your title first! Bravo.
May 11, 2015 at 11:19 PM
..tried to believe in living again.
That is really a powerful last line - I can only imagine the nightmare of the earth giving way beneath one's feet.
May 12, 2015 at 10:52 PM