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Read MoreThe windwill not stop sighing—soft, insistent, foreign—hour upon hour... It runs the fields,threads through trees,hissing night into day. It summons—warns—whispers somethingI cannot,alone,perceive. The wind will not stop sighingas it slides over cold, sullen waters,bending brown marsh grass low,imploring the roaming thrushes—some sharp,...
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Thank you, Damian. 🙂
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I am sighing with the wind. this is lovely and soft
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Thanks so much for your thoughts, Fia.
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hauntingly written dearest Tim the trees know what it says ❤️
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Thanks Crimsin. 🙂
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One can never cage the wind. Can’t silence it. We can cover our ears but it carries on. That’s strength and resilience there. Unstoppable. Nicely done!
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Thank you Willow. Much appreciated.
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We have been expecting rain all week. We get the dark clouds over head but no wind came.
The wind came today and brought the rain.
It gives you signs and warnings in its own way/voice.
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Thanks for your thoughts, Adelly. Much appreciated.
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Here, three days of high winds, no rain. But 30 mph plus winds. It’s invigorating, except when you’re trying to sleep and stuff is moving around outside. LOL
Exceptional write, Tim. We all can relate, yet you nailed the descriptive nature of it. Excellent.-
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I’m the same way. I hate wind when I’m trying to sleep and it feels like the house is going to fall down. Thank you, Styx.
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Read MoreTheir heads are in the clouds. They seem to float with eyes content staring into cell phone screens, soaking up dopamine like hummingbirds hovering above nectar. I watch them, witness them on streets, benches, trains. Their moods are contemplative as they wander from here to there. Wandering down streets, meandering above the ground. They roam like clouds, seemingly unaware of...
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Powerfully penned, Tim. Excellent write with clever wordplay my friend. Nicely done. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Thanks so much for the comment, Damian. 🙂
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AKA zombies. The world is tuning out more and more. Thankfully we all have us here! In a way, writing makes us leaders. Not followers. By the examples of “life” we bring in.
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Thanks so much for the comment, Styx. 🙂
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Harriet-Jacqui xx posted in the group National Poetry Month
Hiya, I’m away running a forum on marketing for the English writer’s circle where I’m Treasurer, w-y-b?! So, have a lovely weekend and beware, if there’s… A Man, in The Room
There was a Man, in The Room,
I could have sworn It,
A Man, in the Room,
I might have borne It,
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Harriet-Jacqui xx posted in the group National Poetry Month
The Blue Girl *
As sole survivor in this zone, I walk up to the tanks alone,
To estimate the bodies lost, extrapolate the human cost,
Of nuclear warfare on the few, who live here in the fluid blue.
The sludge inside the first urn stinks, of rotting flesh, violets and pinks,
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Powerfully penned, Tim. Another excellent write with amazing imagery. Appreciate you.
Damian