the mad winds are back
back mad and dry
back one evening
from a flooded coast
I slip in the midst of a desert
and they come here
they come here all mad
and find me with my head up
and my legs open
they grab me
by my hair
and on the iron railing
I imagine hitting my head
they come
the mad winds
and fill my gut with dirt
I find a light
a glow of light
it is not somebody’s home
it is a light fallen
out of a home
and onto a windy vacant street
and I look at it
as I keep getting punched
by the mad winds
that have found me.
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This was intense… very intense. And very good as always. Have been waiting for more from you… :))
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Perfect! A little haunting, and perfect! ❤
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Thank you so much, friend🙌 really appreciate you stopping by and sharing your thoughts on this one 💙💙
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My pleasure! I’m apparently addicted to good poetry ; ) I’ll be glad to see your poems in my feed!
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Feel so honoured 💙💙💙
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Very nice 👍
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Thank you so much, friend 🙌🙌 Apologies for the delayed reply 💙💙
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Wonderful! Just a courtesy note to let you know it’s now here as well..
https://grumpysgiftspoetry.org/2020/05/26/the-winds-not-so-pleasant/
Cheers 😉
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Thanks mate 🙌❤️❤️
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great
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Thank you 🙌🙌
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Great writing, can’t wait for the book to come out!!
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Wait you must 😆❤️❤️❤️
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