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Wednesday, December 26, 2012

In the darkness

In the darkness 
we are filled with 
spastic sobbing 
and through clenched teeth 
we throw our accusations at 
whoever might be listening.

Life's enigma 
spreads out before us
a dark treacherous sea of reeds
rustling in the storm bursts
it's path never more hidden.

As we watch 
the sea turns into white rapids
and we are hurled into them
the surge pulling us down to 
where we find rare calm spaces
where we can breathe.

It seems like eternity insists on 
waiting for us.

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Wordle 88
The words to play with were:
rapid spacious enigma clench spasm burst
insistent hurl seemed rustle rare through
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Sunday, December 16, 2012

The snow storm

Icy blasts rush through the snow filled valley,
carrying in it's tail the milky visibility of an unfolding blizzard. 

The few houses listen, brace themselves
as wind gusts grab them by their corners,
by their windows and their doors,
sending shuddering chills down their spines,
scratching itchy wood till they moan and creak,
topping it off with sighs of relief.

Later, when the sky lightens and the wind dies down, 
the sun will come out and 
the feeling of impending tragedy will lessen,
but the roofs will cry slick, glassy icicles.

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Wordle 87
The words to play with were:
top milky glassy unfolded itch blast rushes
slicks listen sigh lighten tragic visibility
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