Rising Storm

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Sea screams a storm

of purple winds blowing wild

cool salty spray

 

rising

 

as we rose up together–

and after, in luscious light

the moon whispers, “if” . . .

 

. . .and we dream

 

I got a bit over 1,500 words written for my book, so I’m taking a quick poetry break before I get back to work. (Slow going when you’re researching at the same time.)  The Oracle knows what’s going on.

15 thoughts on “Rising Storm

  1. That’s pretty good going on the book!
    Yes, it’s a similar scene, and the second poem of mine comes possibly even closer. Yes, the Oracle knows not just how we feel, but what’s going on around us too.

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