Open Poetry #49 |
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Under Siege to Soak |
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devina Member Elite
since 1999-10-28
Posts 3539Cali ![]() |
Mountains weep of wind- to trees that never fall... The storm inside just wells, those drops will soak us all. I inhale my rage, wrap it within- dark-wind's caress in cool contend. Howling echoes boom on rock- In brightened bursts of color-spark. I am but dust, stoked for the blow- and I can feel it, scent its growth, Roiled shadows feed, in sky's contend- and I am hungry for that blend. Angst dissolves on raven wings- I, with mountains, under siege... "...But a tyrant spell has bound me, |
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
quote:I really love that line. You are firing on all cylinders today. Felt the poem as a whole to be a yielding of sorts, allowing the crumbling of a barrier meant to protect something precious, that instead was robbing it of everything good as well. Welcome to love, Tanya... it doesn't have to hurt. Michael |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Letting it all hang out with this one . . . Liked it. ~*~ When they give you ruled paper write sideways. ~*~ |
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