In what will be an occasional series, I’ll be taking some of the poetry I’m creating, editing and refining and posting it for a wider audience. This poem was written on February 18th for inclusion on the Blue Door to the Cosmos Podcast, in specific response to the call for poetry inspired by storms, and especially Storm Eunice.
Thank you for reading.
Blown Too much of this, reminder squalls from times before, reigns torn asunder as the lies come crashing down: caught here between pane and pleasure watching water’s hate batter without measure the outsider's anger pushing trees to bend unto the will of that which won’t allow a moment’s rest; until this storm’s blown out snuffed, erased, to haze memories reminder measuring reign’s water hate batters without pleasure the pain of being caught here as trees come crashing down; watching, torn asunder reminder that all of this in thrall of life, in time, soon over...
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