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The Storm
In the forests,
the woody ancients
bend their brittle spines,
creaking and cracking.
In the streets,
the masses
beneath their umbrellas
reach upwards suddenly,
as their protection
is plucked from them.
©Shelley Marie
the woody ancients
bend their brittle spines,
creaking and cracking.
In the streets,
the masses
beneath their umbrellas
reach upwards suddenly,
as their protection
is plucked from them.
©Shelley Marie
Published 19th Apr 2013
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19th Apr 2013 7:19pm
Amazing imagery, it breathes
life into every word.
In the forests,
the woody ancients
bend their brittle spines,
creaking and cracking.
For me this poem sheds light on
how vulnerable we are :)
life into every word.
In the forests,
the woody ancients
bend their brittle spines,
creaking and cracking.
For me this poem sheds light on
how vulnerable we are :)
27th Apr 2013 8:16am
FABULOUS!! That's what I was going for in this poem! I really wish you could know how pleased I am that you got that out of this piece Scribbler :)
Thank you also for the compliments on the imagery.
Imagery really is my foundation for writing.
:) :)
Thank you also for the compliments on the imagery.
Imagery really is my foundation for writing.
:) :)
28th Apr 2013 9:30am
Its a very well written poem,
imagery is an important factor
for most poetry, you have a
knack for it :)
imagery is an important factor
for most poetry, you have a
knack for it :)
29th Apr 2013 7:31am
