The prompts for the day (Monsoon, Renewal, Energetic and Gullible) seem to warrant a poem.. one of them was tricky and a little embarrassing to fit in, but lets see if you can find the awkwardness.
The Storm Will End
We see a broken shore Slate slate skies Tempest breezes Touch our face Energetic, angry, Whipping winds Through tendrils Of hair. We cover our ears Against the monsoon sound, Clashing, cracking Thunderous. Any other place And this storm would Have A Name. Here we wait Anxious. Gullible. We ask ourselves "Will it end?" Windows battened We wait for the renewal Pray it will come, That moment Dissipation, cessasation, Clouds parting. Weak sunlight Shining palely Warming our bodies, Our hearts And calming our fears.
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Okay, maybe I’m way too gullible, but I saw a very pretty picture of clouds over a valley and some mountains and the words “The Storm Will End.” And then a whole lot of blank space to scroll down (at least on my iPhone). Was “The Storm Will End” the poem you were referring to?
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Yes. You didn’t see the poem? Darn. I am still working out how to format things. I will go back later when I get back on my computer. Thanks for the heads up!!
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Maybe it’s just not showing on my iPhone.
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It’s weird. The poem shows up when I view it in the reader on the iPhone app, but not when I actually go to your site.
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That really speaks of how I feel in wind storms, hate them, been through some really bad ones too, so this captures how I feel.
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Thank you. Yes, they can get pretty bad here also.
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