INVISIBLE

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New Prompt!

Ack! Our Santa Ana’s are starting up. Imagine a soft, warm breeze whispering in your ear as you step outside. Unfortunately, Santa Anas will soon escalate into fullness. Then the softness furies itself into a monster that grabs at t-shirts and blouses and attempts to rip them into shreds. It creates mini-tornadoes of dust clouds that cake skin and nostrils until breathing becomes almost impossible and each inhale stings. (Okay, I exaggerate a little here.) The wind thunders and pounds. It . . . Well, you get the message.

Today write about WIND and personify it so we can feel, see, hear, and practically taste its emotions. And write a story or poem that provides a vehicle for the wind’s literary venting.

INVISIBLE

Wind
pounding
swirling
(pulling up dress)
tearing off my new roof, spreading shingles--
imitating swift gray blowing feathers
invisible
blowing sand's
bitter
grit

(Double tetractys
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