a thunderhead loomed
like a warship sheltered
in a storm-lashed port
like a warship sheltered
in a storm-lashed port
with it, firepower to burn
it all down—the sparrows
swooped around the pink elms
snails so calm, I slept
to research god’s intentions
the hint of rupture
moved on, as we all
suspected
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in response to d'Verse: take a hint
I loved your imagery!
ReplyDeleteYvette M Calleiro :-)
http://yvettemcalleiro.blogspot.com
Mysteriously fascinating..
ReplyDeleteThe pink elms made me think of Dickinson's woods.
ReplyDeleteAin stole my comment.
ReplyDeleteIntriguing. I was especially drawn to this line.... "I slept to research god’s intentions"
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