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Something whooshed...!
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Something whooshed...! |
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Namyh Senior Member
since 2009-01-20
Posts 988 |
SOMETHING WHOOSHED…! On a planet, in a country, in a state, in a town, on a street where a lampost shines and the houses, very warm, quiet dreamers in their sleep like a hush after church bell chimes. Something whooshed on the wind in the distance. Something galloped in the lime moonlight and its wings cut the air into slices of Fear which it tossed in the night with delight. And I shivered with a tremble and began to disassemble with the fright now fused to my bones. Slices landed on the rooftops, slid across the treetops and fell down to cartop domes. Out my bed, ‘cross the floor, thru a window did I spy down the street from that lamp lurking light, came an eerie fog creeping, ‘cross the land was it seeping into beds and blankets of the sleepers in the night. Then the church bell rang! Clang! Clang! The church bell rang! Clang! Clang! In the cloud came the hoofbeats thumping like heartbeats pulsing to a blood-beat time, as the whoosh of its wing flaps turned cold my blood saps freezing in the vessels of my mind. Fog seeped at a fast creep crossing onto my street’s curb over lawn, more and more while sliding past the fireplace, creeping up the staircase, thumping down the hall to my door. Some human headed hoofed thing, half bull-half wing eyes froze in fire flicking flames, just reached out from the mist grabbed me by my arm and wrist and pulled me screaming in the fog in pain. I jolted from this nightmare, awake and free of frightmares, gasping for some air, a wake-up push. Rushed to my window just to breathe. The night air filled my lungs with ease when eyes and head turned left……and Something whooshed! NAMYH |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Eh . . . A whoosh is a whoosh is a whoosh! We may not believe in things which go whoosh in the night, but we had better give way to the possibility that they do, indeed, exist. This scary poem certainly does. ~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~ |
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Namyh Senior Member
since 2009-01-20
Posts 988 |
Jerry - Just when you're ready to get some sleep, things start whooshing all over the place. Thanks for your words Jerry and for spendin' a spell here. Namyh |
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Grinch Member Elite
since 2005-12-31
Posts 2929Whoville |
Nice poem. Thanks for the chance to read and reply. |
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Paul Wilson
since 2002-07-07
Posts 4711United States |
Namyh...Enjoyed. Keep your trusty Whoosh eliminator close by for protection...Paul ~~To share my poems with you is to share my heart with you~~ |
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Namyh Senior Member
since 2009-01-20
Posts 988 |
Grinch - Makes this poet pert proud to inject a "nice" into your day by using the push of a "whoosh"! Thanks for stopping in G. Namyh |
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Namyh Senior Member
since 2009-01-20
Posts 988 |
Paul - I'll keep my Whoosh eliminator close by and if you ever have to borrow it, just let me know since there are only 3 left in the entire world. Just kidding! Just kidding! There's only 2. LOL. Thanks Paul. Namyh |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Visions of the headless horseman come to mind. I enjoyed this read from a while back, thank you, Namyh. |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
In the dark and scary night sometimes a whoosh can turn off the night light in a child's long ago bad dream. You made me remember. Well done! |
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