Only another storm #lyrics #earthweal

Outside my door
the roar of divine wind
like the of the blast wave from Hiroshima:
only another storm we made

It’s only another storm we made
a storm we made
in a teacup
only another prayer un-prayed
one huge, almighty fuck-up

If knowledge is power
to kill ourselves 
who wants that kind of knowledge anyway?
You praise this new technology, I say

It’s only another storm we made
a storm we made, domestically
and foreign policy
is meaningless:
Just tell me that you love me

It’s only another storm we made
a red tide, or a plastic surge
think of the infinite that we contain
divinities of words:

A life this fragile, skin this thin
is only another storm we made
so pray the prayers as yet un-prayed
to the wild gods within

In times as dark as these, I raise
my voice in praise, and sing

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Written for earthweal

This week, Sherry hosts the earthweal challenge, ‘Wild Hearts Can’t Be Broken.’ She discusses her difficulty dealing with the heartbreak of seeing the environment that she so dearly loves destroyed for short-term profit. With the rapidly-escalating situation in Ukraine, I feel that shit has just got serious very fast, but it was only a matter of time. I didn’t know if I’d be able to write anything with all of this going on, but then I heard this song. For as long as we can, let’s keep singing:

Some times I feel there are no words but these to tell what’s true…

56 thoughts on “Only another storm #lyrics #earthweal

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  1. a scary storm alright Ingrid so painfully true.
    I so agree…

    💖 “If knowledge is power
    to kill ourselves
    who wants that kind of knowledge anyway?
    You praise this new technology, I say”

      1. true, but we also realise that what we can do is negligible. For example, what did you or I do to prevent Ukraine? Nothing. ?Because we couldn’t.

      2. there you go. There’s another cause to fight for. By the time you get to my age you’ll have a million of them!

        But you’re right. The general [rinciple is that too much power should not rest in the arms of a single person. So we need to think about every situation where that applies, not just Putin.

      3. Oh, I’m not afraid to die, though I’m in no hurry to, either! But I have young kids and I fear for their future.

  2. In this Anthropocene, the great and terrible is truly that, and invocation of storms out of teacups while some place burns. Anger is certain and futile, but wildness of the heart is prayer and greater than every terrible wind — a scale greater than all that is feared and collapsing. Europe from your vantage is a much more agonized place than my benumbed and besotted Florida, so that wildness is even more precious in your song. Greater than its own drumbeat.

  3. I love the rhythm here – it really is singable. If we could sing. The storm motif is great, conjuring nature, but also the violence of man, the blitzkrieg, Hiroshima. How did we get here?

  4. I love the repetition in this poem and, especially, those two closing heart-lifting lines. Fantastic, Ingrid. The attack on the Ukraine is devastating – putin is a very scary dude. No soul at home in that body.

  5. There will always be those who welcome a storm in order to have there way, so thank you for your final couplet.

    “In times as dark as these, I raise
    my voice in praise, and sing”

  6. I loved your poetry, Ingrid! Especially the end: in times as dark as these, I raise
    my voice in praise, and sing »

  7. What a brave voice that sings at times like these. Your poem reminds of those souls who sing hymns when all hell breaks loose – holding onto faith despite the odds.

  8. Just now, my neighbor, holding her baby in her arms, told me that her whole family lives in Ukraine, Her mother is in Kyiv. During our conversation, someone informed her that Russia was at that very moment bombing Kyiv.”Who wants that kind of knowledge anyway?”

    Your powerful poem captures the many overwhelming feelings we are feeling right now.

  9. “. . . think of the infinite that we contain
    divinities of words: . . . ” and of that–at least we can make a prayer, if not an other storm. Pow!

  10. A powerful poem with a powerful finish. And yes – now is about the time to start praying those prayers unprayed. May we all breathe through these storms ahead.

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