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sway

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. 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. Ah a noisy head is the worst - well written poem

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

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

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  5. 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. 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. The tympani of flickers. A perfect description!

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  8. Love the descriptive quality of your poem! Absolutely stupendous!

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

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  10. Vivid! And I esecially like the throwaway last line.

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