Darkened days of it
landed clouds of it
marching on in
out on the ocean, surfers
topple with the white water foam
of it
sand is pitted with rivulets,
pulverised by it
long rain strings
unwind
with the steady drip of it
I heave into the net of it
string words together with it
the weft and the weave
of a week of wet.
Afric McGlinchey
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Afric, you've captured the dreary, dreary miserably wet weather soooo well in that poem. Well done!
ReplyDeletelovely soulful words evoking lush imagery
ReplyDeletethank you
Thank you, both, for your compliments. Always encouraging!
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