We’re winning.
So say the progenitors of such things.
I hang onto that thought in the night
when the wind gnashes
its phantom teeth on the palms and bullwhips crack the sky.
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Shared on Poet’s United.
We’re winning.
So say the progenitors of such things.
I hang onto that thought in the night
when the wind gnashes
its phantom teeth on the palms and bullwhips crack the sky.
__________________________________
Shared on Poet’s United.
Stay safe, zouxzoux.
Pamela
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Love the metaphors here. Good writing more especially because i find the short punchy pieces hard to write
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Nice that you are public again.
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Great write…powerful metaphors…
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Great imagery with this – hope you made it through all right :)
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Thanks, everyone. We made it through fine – it’s not the first tropical storm/hurricane I’ve been through and it won’t be the last. We spent today cleaning up fallen banana trees and bamboo – the sanitation workers are going to have their hands full tomorrow.
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That picture says it all and your words resound… nothing to fear but high winds and terrors of the night.
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