drops of rain
the weight in between
lots of naked sin
sound of spring
melting those wheat plants
the massage to water frozen
grimy shack smoking,
fingernails to poor friends
tongue war flaring
sips of Aspen
brewing energy where she has been
the pencil is sharpened
window is open
doors shut tight overalls
distracted venom, wiggly hen
short story slam week 33, Nov. 12 to December 6, 2015
Happy Sunday,
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Happy Thanksgiving.
Nice job, especially liked wiggled hen….
So sorry, typo, meant wiggly hen.
excellent.
this truly makes a beautiful picture of nature
Interesting how you began with all that weight between naked skin, and ended with distracted venom and a wiggly hen. Nature always makes for good metaphor.
Elizabeth
https://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2015/11/15/somewhere-on-any-given-weekend/
If only we could be content with the seasons and lifes round…but we can’t.
The very essence of humanity is played out in grimy shacks – and it isn’t always pretty – a captivating and insightful poem
lovely.
profound.
excellent.
powerful….
deep,
well done.
How often we find the need to distract the natural…
Thanks for visiting a BeeBee mini mystery. Crime doesn’t have to be natural. 😉