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earthly unrest October 13, 2011

Posted by findingherforte in poetry, writing.
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Fresh rain
on warm cement
the scent of what
went in the night
when you meant
to sleep longer hours
between blankets in fright
of the light that will die
when days become cold
and the air much more
bold, tightening our hold on
the layers we’re told will
keep our blood warm
and conquer the storm
that looms overhead
I dread an arrival that
is simply unheard of. My
musings unsaid will hide til
the spring when flowers
give way to the colorful things
But for now, stay inside til
the raining subsides and
the colors don’t crunch
quite as well as I’d like

 

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1. Michael - October 13, 2011

hmmm. this is so interesting. i feel a contentment but also apprehensive… i like it. a lot. :)


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