The Fifty Cent Tour

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

a type of lullabye


rain 
on my 
rooftop
taps out 
a symphony
for ninety 
Underwoods
a savage 
performance
studded with
thunderous
percussion
balm
for my
beastly
soul

Rene ~2013

13 comments:

  1. Rain...sigh. I try to remember what that's like.

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  2. Thats short and sweet....!:)
    Lovely !!!

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  3. The rain does soothe the savage beast like no other.

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  4. oh very pretty! I love rain *sigh.*

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  5. I like it, Rene. A unique but instantly recognizable image.

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  6. I love that you've somehow made the imaginative leap from rain to Underwoods. And then the contradiction at the end. Wonderful, I'm so glad you dusted this one off, Rene.

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  7. Thank you for visiting The Friday Forgotten and linking your post. Your imagination and creativity should never lie dusty in a dark corner of your blog. We are happy to help clear away the cobwebs.

    I enjoyed reading this and loved the throwback to days of the type writer when we beat our souls to death on eventual crumpled wastepaper basket paper.

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  8. indeed it would - nice one - glad you shared

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  9. love this and with the photo...priceless....nice...bkm

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