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treble ahead

         …………………my heart – ………………………………………………a cacophony of rain, a symphony of storms.     ..In November, we poem.   

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Seeing ourselves in raindrops

  ..  We watch the rain reflecting all our falling, puddling all our pain. .. In November, we poem. Sometimes, a day late.     

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Deeply enamored of these changing skies

.. Wise or not, we should’ve shot the clouds straight through with ebony smudge just to see where all this delightful dark -ness might lead. We should’ve pleaded with the lightning for a spark of something more, a place to … Continue reading

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Nightingale

-force winds knock us loose from our moorings  and we wander (wonder) in the waves awhile, forsaking the dawn. The song. The way our wings want to angle toward the sun. The fray of feathers that no longer fly. There’s … Continue reading

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Patter

{for the rain, with its ‘such small hands’}   .. It matters what we said between these droplets, before the storm before that violent sky cracked open before the thunder stole our voice. We held pools, lakes, oceans in hesitant … Continue reading

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Antediluvian

.. This poem is everything that happened before the flood. Our distinguished dark -est hour prayers. A small nod to our tired of trembling souls. Please excuse our penchant for privacy and paradise lost, the small filament findings that clasp … Continue reading

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Pocket Storms

… I have decided ……………(she thunders) that these last cold drops are mine, …..saved for a sunny day when arched and angry eyebrows know the sky shines quite too bright and I need just one little plop of …………….rain to … Continue reading

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