Prose poetry / Poetry / Nature
Nature’s Power
Floods in The Netherlands, Germany, France, Luxembourg, Belgium and Austria — Prose Poem how I felt.
You walked through the streets, enjoying your time, smelling the flowers in the field, taking one with you home. A second later you stepped into a water splash, which became bigger closer to your home when you realized, the place you live fully underwater, wet, everything.
Looking at the river close at home, all dirt, brown, and very high. Moving over the borders, higher and higher, until your feet were wet, your house underwater, sandbags in front of your doors.
The day went by, hours after, the things differently, higher from above, where it is dry, not doing anything, too from where it happened. I see people struggling to cope with their emotions, I get tears too.
I can’t do anything other than watching the news, seeing the mud flooding through the beautiful landscape, waiting if I hear anything from my holiday home in the affected area, but it doesn’t matter, the lives are more important, we'll see when I go there when there are better times, when the land is in a better shape, when the emotions are placed into hearts, you can talk about it.
For now, I’m thinking about you to get the strength to continue, to fight, to feel whatever you need to feel, whenever you feel.
My emotions don’t matter at this point in the phase, I’ll go another time if it is possible and when I heard from the owners, but I pray for you, even I’m not a believer in a God, but I believe in the strength of human beings.
Note: I haven’t been, or live in the affected area, but watched it from afar and followed the news. This is how I felt watching it and the feelings I had.
The Netherlands, Germany, France, Luxembourg, Belgium and Austria are floods right now (or have been), and I tried to pen my feelings. Luckily it wasn’t in my area, but I followed the news closely. It has affected the area in Germany where I go on holiday two weeks from now, so I am waiting for getting in contact as soon as everyone is able to think about that.
When was it you were not in charge when nature’s power was in charge of you, and you had no control? Love to hear your story in prose poetry, and tag me, so I can read yours.
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Agnes Laurens is a writer. She writes for the local newspaper. Agnes lives in The Netherlands, with her husband and three daughters.
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