The Aftermath Poem by Sandra Martyres
The Aftermath
The town wore a deserted look
Rubble scattered and piled
All around the skeletons
Of the once beautiful buildings
The wrath of the Gods was evident
From the trembling of the earth
And the loosening of the grounds
That for centuries had supported the town
Traumatised children covered with dust
Rummaged desperately through the debris
To recover their toys and prized possessions
Some adults went in search of fresh water
While Others shell shocked sat around in groups
Speaking in muffled voices of the quake
It was as though they were afraid that noise
Of any kind would bring on more tremors
Rescue workers were still trying desperately
To reach the town which had been cut-off from
Civilisation after the main bridge collapsed
Then something unusual happened
There was a strong wind which blew across
The affected area taking with it the dust
The survivors seemed to look cleaner and
Could even identify some scraps of food
Like biscuits and bread which looked edible
They called out to the children more audibly
And started rationing out the morsels of food
As well as sips of juice from the cans
Which were found intact in the rubble
Soon signs of hope returned into their eyes
Amazing how a little food can help boost morale
Even in desperate circumstances like earthquakes
So until the fresh supplies and aid reach them
They can only hope that another holy wind blows by
sometimes a piece of bread, a sip of water or an outstretched hand is a miracle.... thanks for sharing this Sandra......
He who taketh all giveth also His holy bit...good presentation all through..thanks...10
It was the hope that touched me at the conclusion of the poem, and he also relates so well the terror that is difficult to comprehend until one actually is in this position. You have put a great deal of work into this poem and it shows because of the huge impact it makes on the reader. Very impressive poem Sandra! 10 Karin
'...as though they were afraid that noise Of any kind would bring on more tremors' - a very perceptive and impressive observation. Another detailed, compassionate, and superb narrative poem, Sandra. :)
excellent story poem about a tragedy, very well expressed ideas, thank you for sharing.............10++++++++++
Vivid and touching. You very well portrayed the chaos and clamour.
Your compassion shines in every line of this beautifully narrated piece. The miracle of the holy wind must touch the soul of every reader. Even in the darkest hour, we are not forgotten. Excellent write, Sandra. Love, SandraX
yes, the aftermath of the earthquake and the pitiable condition of the affected.every thing that proudly stands is made to bite the dust and a lesson again that life is uncertain.and what all man wants just to hope are his basic needs like food, clothing and water.
This is a very beautiful and deeply compassionate poem, Sandra, and unlike a lot of poems about tragedies such as this earthquate, your poem focused not on scattered dead bodies or the horrible wreckage of a town or the devastation of many lives, but on hope, that one intangible thing that cannot be extinguished in a people. Though it took a 'miracle' wind to make the surviors realize that all was not hopeless, that there was food and liquids that survived the quake for them to find and nourish themselves and their children with, the fact that hope was reborn with the coming of this wind made your poem a beautiful exression of hope that beats eternally in everyone's heart. This is clearly one of your best poems yet. Carl.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/5/2025 8:22:10 AM # 1.0.0
A vividly described piece with a touch of optimism and faith.