WAVES OF TURBULENCE

WAVES OF TURBULENCE

A Poem by Betty Hermelee
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WAVES OF TURBULENCE

 

When adversity strikes me

Life reverses into perfect opacity

Gloom, fog, oblivion

It suffocates, smothers, drowns

Powerless to stir

No vigor to weep

Crippled in my own frame

Pandemonium of my spirit and mind

My entire being

Until I grip and I am cognizant

And able to experience again

Discern the breath of what transpired

 

The telegram arrives, a rather curt note.

“Your fiancée injured. Resting at

Endell Military Hospital, London.

More information to follow.”

 

Beyond the initial shock

It still haunts me

For days I sob yet my tears are nought

My world is still broken

As if my limbs unfasten

My head unhooks

 

When I decisively come to my senses

I shall decide what action to pursue

I pray that my soldier’s injury is not life threatening

I hasten back and forth in the house

Always calculating my next step

I am convinced that my love did not receive

My soul-crushing letter concerning my spill

Of emotions and his response

 

My distress crushes me still greater

Now that my whole being

Sails the waves of turbulence

 

© 2023 Betty Hermelee


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Betty Hermelee
Series: A Bridges End
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We have a saying here in Scotland for a stressed lady put through the ringer. It is "that she's up tae high Doh!" meaning her nerves are shredded and she can't take much more. I think it applies to your prtaggini... Portagini... Progettin... Heroine of the tale superbly.
It seems to me the guys got it tough, but the women got it tougher. Left behind to fend and feed family and depending what side of the ocean you were, having to make do with rations and I still have my grans old ration book and let me tell you, it would be rely feed me, never mind her and six kids!
The blitz spirit kept them going, just and no one ever questioned why one of the best know war songs here, the white cliffs of Dover, sang by the nations sweetheart, Vera Lynn, mentioned their being bluebirds. It was because an American wrote it, who had never been anywhere near the cliffs, just like the birds, which are native to... Guess where? 😊


Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Betty Hermelee

1 Year Ago

She's had it rough, I dare say, but things may turn around soon, maybe..thanks much Lorry,
Be.. read more



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Fantastic, spellbinding read Betty I love it! ~Sharon

Posted 1 Year Ago


Betty Hermelee

1 Year Ago

Thank you so much Sharon, a lovely comment!
Best, B
Wow dear Betty. I loved the wild thoughts in the poetry.
"My distress crushes me still greater
Now that my whole being
Sails the waves of turbulence"
I know the above lines. Today I am slower and I hope I am in the right place. The turbulence of life. We must seek quiet and calm place to sort our life. Thank you dear friend for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

Posted 1 Year Ago


A horrific happening, managing to open an envelope knowing something is bound to be wrong. Somehow, who knows how.. managing to read the words.. trying to take in the words, gasping, tearing up, going cold.- either numbness or .. allowing self to wake out of that feeling of dread somehow hopeful, somehow tryhing to think straight, find decisions.. .. Your writing brings such fears alive.. whether from past or the now.. and more than likely the future. More than heartbreaking, Betty.. but superb.,

Posted 1 Year Ago


emmajoygreen

1 Year Ago

Your words really reached my heart, dear Betty. Truly.
Betty Hermelee

1 Year Ago

so happy about that...trying hard to keep this series going.... xo
emmajoygreen

1 Year Ago

I must an d will try to review more.. been a busy few days due to this and that But, should b e eas.. read more
Turbulence indeed. The news that no one wants to hear. I imagine this scenario taking place so many times during war years. The dread of not knowing how severe the injuries were. Whether a loved one would survive. Yes, that news would be a crushing blow Betty. You have captured the moment well. All the best.

Chris

Posted 1 Year Ago


Betty Hermelee

1 Year Ago

Thank you dear Chris for a thoughtful review!
Warmly,
B
Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

You are welcome Betty :)
This is such a lovely poem. I think it is about facing your fear. The girl in the poem is scared of what is happening to her lover. Thus, all she can hope is his recovery. However, she isn't sure of what tomorrow will bring her. So, the waves of turbulence is a kind of figurative language that expresses her fear and trauma of not being with that person in times of life and death situations.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Betty Hermelee

1 Year Ago

Spot on review Nicole... thanks so much for stopping by
Best, B
I had to be rough i know, but only to make them little down, me being woman, doesnt want to disrespect any, i do feel for the weak hearts, but i made someone to smile by using the native tongue, thanks Betty, you are the where family is happy, and makes life for the kids, i know sometimes its tough, to see pain infront of but you do everything to make it better again, and i am in your foot steps, I see you in myself. Nothing is near to the end, I stay beside you to make it better for you.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Betty Hermelee

1 Year Ago

Thank you Jessy
Best, B
We have a saying here in Scotland for a stressed lady put through the ringer. It is "that she's up tae high Doh!" meaning her nerves are shredded and she can't take much more. I think it applies to your prtaggini... Portagini... Progettin... Heroine of the tale superbly.
It seems to me the guys got it tough, but the women got it tougher. Left behind to fend and feed family and depending what side of the ocean you were, having to make do with rations and I still have my grans old ration book and let me tell you, it would be rely feed me, never mind her and six kids!
The blitz spirit kept them going, just and no one ever questioned why one of the best know war songs here, the white cliffs of Dover, sang by the nations sweetheart, Vera Lynn, mentioned their being bluebirds. It was because an American wrote it, who had never been anywhere near the cliffs, just like the birds, which are native to... Guess where? 😊


Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Betty Hermelee

1 Year Ago

She's had it rough, I dare say, but things may turn around soon, maybe..thanks much Lorry,
Be.. read more
I always love your poetry for the depth of insight you provide in love. This poem is another such gem that I enjoyed and appreciated very much!

Posted 1 Year Ago


Betty Hermelee

1 Year Ago

Thank you so much dear Divya; I've been missing your writing...keep looking for new ones!!!
w.. read more
DIVYA

1 Year Ago

Thank you, my friend. I'll try to post some new poems soon. Your words are so encouraging!
Betty Hermelee

1 Year Ago

will be looking for them!
warmly, B
A lot of American families received such communications during WW2, especially in the wake of the Battle of the Bulge, which may have been where the speaker's boyfriend was wounded. A lot of US casualties in that fight. The poem depicts well her feelings of panic at receiving the telegram. She doesn't know his condition, nor whether he received her last, important communication. The only saving grace here is that he was not killed.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Betty Hermelee

1 Year Ago

Thanks for a thoughtful review!
Best, B
excruciating pain emerges when one finds out the significant other has life threatening wounds...
j.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Betty Hermelee

1 Year Ago

Thanks for you kind review J.
Best, B

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