Life’s Little Misdirections 🥀🦋

Storm Reawakening

the wonder of you
scrawled, etching a black sky.
whitening snapshots strike fear,
the further I near.

you reassemble my particles
after those canon blasts
in murky sky battles
I pleasure to watch
like reenactments,

but feel centuries old.

on that horizon,
with glimpse of sun arriving,
low grumbling reminds
this war goes on,
returns almost nightly

as renewed complaints.

I douse the light inside
to dream an hour more,
reminisce how you shook me;
awake in both an old
and a new world.


4.10.21 (edited 5/21, 9/22)

21 lines
free verse


Using a morning thunderstorm to wake from a dream of personal loss about someone who troubled like a storm, with love and regret for the thrill and loss of a stormy co-existence. I often revel in these dreams to flash back to a time when our romance had potential, excited and not after - dull, ordinary. So, I sleep perchance to dream of 'her' again.

Entered 4.10.21 in The Writer's Cramp - no show
Was a static (deleted and preserved in blog)

original title: shaken
Considered: shaken awake,
but not you shook me all night long

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