The Sky About to Cry

It is not quite full yet.

The yellow jacket nest is still.

The trees are awake to a grey brightness;

The still clouds are grey filled.

The last shower nests

On the pavement floor, but

The sun has not toweled it up in arms.

I am watching the moisture, which

tilting down to my feet asks me

to drink of fluids flowing

from another’s mouth.

Poetic Metaphor: Symphony for Cross Country Storming

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(an old poem) The line winds are coming. They rumble like planes hidden in the clouds. Out the window my car sits naked to predicted bombardiers. I go about my day with this musical score thundering In the background like … Continue reading

Symphony for Cross Country Storming

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The line winds are coming. They rumble like planes hidden in the clouds. Out the window my car sits naked to predicted bombardiers. I go about my day with this musical score thundering In the background like some dark opus … Continue reading

Metaphorical Writing with Photo for 6/10/2013

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I don’t believe it when the sun comes out.  You’d have to live in MN to understand the rotting May and June plants gone to mold, though some succeeded in spite of it all.  Three days weather report:  Saturday sun … Continue reading

Metaphor for 5/14/2013

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There is something that warms the sky called sun, but she is not shining there.  They say she is getting stronger, but I think she has gotten shy, since she only peeps out now and again and let winter slumber … Continue reading

Repost 4/10/2013

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2nd time posting this today….trying to figure out why things get distributed sometimes and not others.  If anyone knows the answer let me know. Okay.  Also, thanks to those who were wishing me well, while I was sick. This snow … Continue reading

Metaphor for 4/10/2013

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This snow sat in my heart and materialized.  You could not have told me otherwise, though some tried with persuasions of spring.  It filled a heart-spot packed with the ice of frozen tears, while I tried to will myself to … Continue reading