Monday, October 28, 2013

Home Alone in a Storm #132





Pebble dash dreams
rattle the window
sheet rain slashes
the inky mire.
I lie in my clay house,
my safe house,
still awake,
and yearn,
as the storm prowls
the walls,
yearn for his company
like a stove yearns a flame

(waking, sheet, safe, clay, still, inky, erode, flames, yearn, bend, immeasurable, pebble)

3 comments:

  1. You conveyed well that feeling of wanting someone else home with you during a storm!

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  2. Really like the strong feelings you captured with these words.

    Elizabeth

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  3. I can feel that storm prowl the walls.

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