Tornadoes And Trailer Parks

Photo: Christine Donnier-Valentin



Your love has always been a tornado
and my heart a trailer park in it's path.

Its an arduous journey going down,
like straight whiskey with no glass.

Somehow I keep holding on
like a careless scarf caught on barbed wire.

I am waiting to be rescued from the smoke
but you are running from the fire.

Yet, somehow through the wreckage,
I still have something left to hold you close to me.

My heart has a sofa in the middle of nowhere
waiting for your love to take a seat.

Yes, my heart has always been a trailer park,
and your love a tornado on it's way.

It is an arduous journey going down,
like a plate of eaten jalapenos the following day.

Comments

  1. Whew, Carrie, nicethemes throughout - the trailer park, tornados, jalepenos, whiskey - I could feel theburn and sense the destruction.

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  2. love can leave destruction, thats for sure....LOVE this write :)

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  3. I love the tornado imagery -- very powerful.

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  4. Beautiful, Carrie. So good to see you writing more regularly again.

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  5. I love the notion of love as a tornado...

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  6. I love that you can take a bunch of redneck and make it beautiful.

    Great new look to your blog, too!

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  7. like a "straight whiskey with no glass" - hit me again! Having lived a trailer park love, I know of tornados, jalapenos, wreckage and softness of sofas. You captured it all, nicely written.

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  8. very cool carrie...you def give us a great picture of what it is like without telling, or in using your metaphors...very nice piece..

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  9. Very nice. I particularly liked "My heart has a sofa in the middle of nowhere
    waiting for your love to take a seat."

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  10. These analogies, references, metaphors -- quite remarkable...

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  11. Fabulous write, I am with Martin, I like the words 'my heart has a sofa in the middle of nowhere waiting for your love to take a seat.'

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  12. I simply could not believe how each two line stanza stands on its own .. amazing!

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  13. Wow, that was a lot of metaphor and simile. :)

    I liked the jalapenos at the end. Too funny.

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  14. Oh...great! I can hear this as a song...of course c/w since you mentioned 'trailer park' lol. Seriously though, good one Carrie.

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  15. That's great! I, too, liked the jalapenos line at the end.

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  16. Your love has always been a tornado and my heart a trailer park in its path...love that..great poem!

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  17. My heart has a sofa in the middle of nowhere
    waiting for your love to take a seat.

    Aaaahhh! ♥

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  18. I could sing and dance to this one...what a knockout!!

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  19. Every stanza is an emotional punch. Just an excellent poem!

    Rick

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  20. Carrie, it's a very good poem. The first two lines are so good that your repetition of them near the end is strong, not dull.

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  21. Fabulous! I was really drawn in by the 'runaway' nature of your poem. Love it. penny

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  22. Somehow a tornado is always a pending doom: the
    mobile and immobile; great analogy and so true.
    I really like this flow, thanks!

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  23. Love on fire! Nice Jalapeno poetry..

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  24. Very nice Carey - a trailer park and a tornado...not a good combination for love...hope you had a wonderful Thanksgiving..bkm

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  25. Carrie, this is stunning. Fabulous take.

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  26. Great metaphors, and you work them well. I like the stanza "My heart has a sofa in the middle of nowhere..." Wonderful Magpie; thank you!

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  27. Lovely poem, Carrie, with wonderful imagery!

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  28. You just know that this couch *knows* things........ ;)

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  29. Great poem Carrie and it offers so much to think about. Maybe the sofa is a bit uncomfortable. Do you need to replace the cushions? It might be impossible to get out of the path of the tornado but perhaps it can be tamed?

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