sway July 30, 2017 i recall the tug the inescapable call of a perfect storm my legspaper cranes tossed through glass my soul did not flinchyet i blinked twice& in the distance wild flickers coaxedtoothsome tribal timpani it’s a jungle in here Share Get link Facebook Twitter Pinterest Email Other Apps Share Get link Facebook Twitter Pinterest Email Other Apps Comments Sherry Blue SkyJuly 30, 2017 at 12:53 PMI can see those legs, like paper cranes, thrown through glass. (ouch!) Love the toothsome tribal timpani! So nice to see you, Rene.ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyJae RoseJuly 30, 2017 at 1:38 PMAh a noisy head is the worst - well written poem ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyDonna@LivingFromHappinessJuly 30, 2017 at 2:41 PMThis poem describes perfectly how I feel on some of those stormy days...love the imagery!ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyindybevJuly 30, 2017 at 5:17 PMI love the "toothsome tribal tympany" ! Beautifully descriptive.ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyMaryJuly 30, 2017 at 6:07 PMI think Donna gave the perfect comment...those stormy days are full of imagery, not all of it pleasant. I like 'toothsome tribal timpani.'ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyOld EggJuly 30, 2017 at 9:53 PMThat safe feeling of being inside being shattered as the storm breaks the window for you to join in the fun. A great poem.ReplyDeleteRepliesReplySarah RussellJuly 31, 2017 at 12:32 AMThe tympani of flickers. A perfect description!ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyPaul John DearJuly 31, 2017 at 9:24 AMDeliciously descrptive.ReplyDeleteRepliesReplySanaa RizviJuly 31, 2017 at 12:16 PMLove the descriptive quality of your poem! Absolutely stupendous!ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyWendy BourkeJuly 31, 2017 at 7:47 PMGreat imagery in this piece. You nailed that 'tug ... of a perfect storm' brilliantly. Awesome writing!ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyRosemary Nissen-WadeAugust 1, 2017 at 12:01 AMVivid! And I esecially like the throwaway last line. ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyRicky RoseAugust 4, 2017 at 7:20 AMThis comment has been removed by a blog administrator.ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyRicky RoseAugust 4, 2017 at 7:31 AMThis comment has been removed by a blog administrator.ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyAdd commentLoad more... Post a Comment Please drop a penny in a poet's hat :
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I can see those legs, like paper cranes, thrown through glass. (ouch!) Love the toothsome tribal timpani! So nice to see you, Rene.
ReplyDeleteAh a noisy head is the worst - well written poem
ReplyDeleteThis poem describes perfectly how I feel on some of those stormy days...love the imagery!
ReplyDeleteI love the "toothsome tribal tympany" ! Beautifully descriptive.
ReplyDeleteI think Donna gave the perfect comment...those stormy days are full of imagery, not all of it pleasant. I like 'toothsome tribal timpani.'
ReplyDeleteThat safe feeling of being inside being shattered as the storm breaks the window for you to join in the fun. A great poem.
ReplyDeleteThe tympani of flickers. A perfect description!
ReplyDeleteDeliciously descrptive.
ReplyDeleteLove the descriptive quality of your poem! Absolutely stupendous!
ReplyDeleteGreat imagery in this piece. You nailed that 'tug ... of a perfect storm' brilliantly. Awesome writing!
ReplyDeleteVivid! And I esecially like the throwaway last line.
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