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i recall the tug
the inescapable call
of a perfect storm


my legs

paper cranes
tossed through glass 


my soul did not flinch

yet i blinked twice

& in the distance


wild flickers coaxed

toothsome tribal timpani
it’s a jungle in here 


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  1. Sherry Blue SkyJuly 30, 2017 at 12:53 PM

    I can see those legs, like paper cranes, thrown through glass. (ouch!) Love the toothsome tribal timpani! So nice to see you, Rene.

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  2. Jae RoseJuly 30, 2017 at 1:38 PM

    Ah a noisy head is the worst - well written poem

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  3. Donna@LivingFromHappinessJuly 30, 2017 at 2:41 PM

    This poem describes perfectly how I feel on some of those stormy days...love the imagery!

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  4. indybevJuly 30, 2017 at 5:17 PM

    I love the "toothsome tribal tympany" ! Beautifully descriptive.

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  5. MaryJuly 30, 2017 at 6:07 PM

    I think Donna gave the perfect comment...those stormy days are full of imagery, not all of it pleasant. I like 'toothsome tribal timpani.'

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  6. Old EggJuly 30, 2017 at 9:53 PM

    That safe feeling of being inside being shattered as the storm breaks the window for you to join in the fun. A great poem.

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  7. Sarah RussellJuly 31, 2017 at 12:32 AM

    The tympani of flickers. A perfect description!

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  8. Paul John DearJuly 31, 2017 at 9:24 AM

    Deliciously descrptive.

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  9. Sanaa RizviJuly 31, 2017 at 12:16 PM

    Love the descriptive quality of your poem! Absolutely stupendous!

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  10. Wendy BourkeJuly 31, 2017 at 7:47 PM

    Great imagery in this piece. You nailed that 'tug ... of a perfect storm' brilliantly. Awesome writing!

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  11. Rosemary Nissen-WadeAugust 1, 2017 at 12:01 AM

    Vivid! And I esecially like the throwaway last line.

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