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A Storm Hellbent
I’ve been persuaded from my sleep,
A long persistent morning weep,
Of what I cannot recognize
While huddled warm before I rise.
No lashings of a wind-swept rain
Sent hurled against my window pane,
Can pull me from a widow’s bed,
As empty thoughts tip thru’ my head.
A conversation’s louder din
By way of lightning breaking wind.
Under my covers sudden dive,
When thunder overhead arrives.
As here a storm that comes hellbent
And stays a while without relent,
Has nothing more to do with me,
Yet seems to rain eternally.
NaPoGloPoWriMo 2019
Published 16th Apr 2019
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Day Sixteen of Thirty
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16th Apr 2019 3:29pm
16th Apr 2019 3:36pm
Aah yes, when I rain early like this...
and you love to test the waters.
*nuzzles*
🐯🐾☔️😽
and you love to test the waters.
*nuzzles*
🐯🐾☔️😽
16th Apr 2019 5:54pm
16th Apr 2019 11:59pm
17th Apr 2019 1:16am
16th Apr 2019 6:12pm
I don't want to share where my thought went after reading this
(i shared with Sky)
Sometimes i guess i feel more than i think and understand
still, i loved this spill
(i shared with Sky)
Sometimes i guess i feel more than i think and understand
still, i loved this spill
17th Apr 2019 00:06am
Thank you, my brother T.
I love when people overthink a meaning into one of their own. It makes a poem their’s as well.
And you are saying how just about every reader of poetry feels ( myself included ):
“Sometimes i guess i feel more than i think and understand”
🐾Jadey☔️
I love when people overthink a meaning into one of their own. It makes a poem their’s as well.
And you are saying how just about every reader of poetry feels ( myself included ):
“Sometimes i guess i feel more than i think and understand”
🐾Jadey☔️
16th Apr 2019 7:25pm
Your stubborn storm has a lyricism that propels it like driving rain.
It navigates expertly between the salty soul's baptism of human tears and the sympathetic weeping of the sky.
And YOU are hellbent on the beauty of words on innocent pages!
Sincerely
cab
It navigates expertly between the salty soul's baptism of human tears and the sympathetic weeping of the sky.
And YOU are hellbent on the beauty of words on innocent pages!
Sincerely
cab
17th Apr 2019 00:13am
As indeed is any dedicated poet , Mr cabcool. And thank you for stopping by for your lovely observance, as it’s always good to see you.
🐾Jadey☔️
🐾Jadey☔️
