Clouds over head holding their breath,
flocculent cheeks distended, rumbling a promise
from deep within.
We, bobbing on gently swelling waves,
sun-warmed wood cooling slowly beneath
us, oars beginning a tap-tap-tap warning
against the boat.
A world enclosed in suspended animation,
watching, waiting, an aura of expectancy.
Hold close, storm’s a-brewin’.
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Prompt: Pick one (or more) of the following words, and write about what it means to dream of these things:
Teacup
Hammer
Seagull
Ballet slipper
Shark
Wobbly table
Dentist
Rowboat”
Photo of Lake Tiak O’ Khata in Winston County, Mississippi
Flocculent cheeks! What a brilliant description!
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Thanks, Jane. Flocculent is one of my favorite words. 🌦
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Like flatulent but cloudier :)
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Clouds over head holding their breath,
flocculent cheeks distended, rumbling a promise
from deep within.
love it! Brand new for clouds for me. LOVE IT!
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Thanks, Tammy!
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I feel the tension building in this “aura of expectancy.”
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The time before a storm is definitely suspended.
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