Poetry, we write poems

bad weather

we write poems: wordle ;
photo: Calm HorizonHeaven`s Gate (John), flickr

the drought appeared
landing in a helicopter
whirlwind circle

the day filled with a
bad happy birthday cake
candle circle sorrow

glacial berg ice cold
the drown of a distant sea
numb nervous hot desert sand

mad and hardly obsess-ive
the carbon of my being

*and the wonderful miss lena horne who recently past away here’s her 1943 rendition of stormy weather

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