Friday, July 25, 2025
Poetry Friday
I'm giving haiku Friday a break and featuring some other poets-- don't worry, we will get back to it!
This week, I offer this much loved Texas-y piece from our friend Megan Willome:
Texas Squall
Lord knows a storm’s gotta break sometime.
It knows it’s needed
when sorrows
can’t cloud up one moment more
and you set there on the porch
prayin you at least get some rain
outta this storm
dang it
cuz so far it’s just lightnin
lightin up the sky
looks like the trees are lyin to you
till all hail breaks loose
like someone’s hurlin
baseballs golf balls grapefruit oranges
every size of round right at you.
Next mornin
live oak limbs litter streets
car windows all busted out
skylights broken
you got threshed but good and all
anyone can talk about is how that pollen’s gone.
Clean gone.
C’mon out, y’all
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Megan, I love your poem. I have never lived in Texas-y .. yet your poem pulls me into the scene. Nicely done.
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