Satellite photo of Hurricane IrmaHurricane Irma: ‘Trouble in Paradise’ by Lucy Cortese The Society September 8, 2017 Culture, News of Note, Poetry 2 Comments We folks in Florida are quick to extol her amenity: The beach, the surf, the lifestyle announce unique identity. But, sometimes Mother Nature interrupts our serenity: The pointed target of Irma’s wrath transforms to obscenity. Post your Hurricane Irma poetry in the comments section below. Lucy Giardiano Cortese is a freelance writer and owner of Lucy’s Lines ‘N Lyrics in Jacksonville, Florida. Her articles are published in Jacksonville Business Journal, AARP, Guideposts, Folio Weekly, Canticle, Grandparents Day, GRAND, Family Tree and St. Augustine Catholic magazines. Now retired, Lucy has been a teacher, district administrator, school principal and executive director in a career spanning four decades. A lifelong educator, community activist, mother and grandmother, Lucy lives her personal mission statement, “Each One, Teach One.” Views expressed by individual poets and writers on this website and by commenters do not represent the views of the entire Society. The comments section on regular posts is meant to be a place for civil and fruitful discussion. Pseudonyms are discouraged. The individual poet or writer featured in a post has the ability to remove any or all comments by emailing submissions@ classicalpoets.org with the details and under the subject title “Remove Comment.” Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 2 Responses ben September 10, 2017 stay safe dear friends all will be well hold on to faith and righteous thoughts in times of woe, do not forget that Lord Almighty treasures us. Reply kathy triebwasser September 12, 2017 Loneliness comes with a storm sounds of winds gust leaves rustle against each other trees bend as they let the wind take them. Everything’s wet saturated through and through like a sponge you can’t ring out. Gray skies a blanket without a tiny hole not any blue in sight. Each moment lasts endlessly all the anticipation then the isolation when it’s overhead. The clean up begins way too much time sucks the life away like a vacuum cleaner that won’t shut off. Annoying sounds roar will it end people closed up streets deserted. Mother Nature her hand on the throttle we’re along for the ride. She’s brought powerlessness known too well can’t keep it at bay it comes to seize the day shape the night steal today. Loneliness is the storm Storm is the loneliness Can’t tell them apart Even these strong winds Can’t break them apart Nothing can change it Can’t make it depart. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.