winds cross the medianand cross our heartsmitigated existencecross-switched without caredestruction everywherethe shame of luxuryof wasted libertya blight of eternityhard-pressed againstnature’s breastonly to be squashedwhen the winds pull back When we were camping over the weekend, we received a call from a good friend that our area had suffered some serious rain and storms. Someone postedContinue reading “Storm Warning”
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The Last Train Whistle
History loosens the thread holding us together,until it unravels,slipping down beyondthe space that held our thoughts.It tricklesbeneath remnants ofthe trestle bridgethat once carriedtowards the dream of possibilitycounterhinged in history,until the train whistle’slast call. I wrote this poem for the Wea’ve Written Weekly prompt #164, which was provided by Sheila. She asks us to write aboutContinue reading “The Last Train Whistle”
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