For FOWC: Terrible (but hopefully not a terrible poem) and I also included yesterday’s FOWC: Bundle. I also was inspired by the Saturday Mix: Double Take this week, even though I didn’t respond exactly to the prompt. Shared with this week’s Writers’ Pantry.
The windowpanes of glass are cold,
Gray clouds are heavy and cannot hold
The rain inside, which falls with weight
Oppressive, as if pain can’t wait.
Each sky-tear is a bundle of emotion,
Slowly let go and set in motion.
Tearing the sky, lightning zings —
Another’s presence lessens the sting:
A voice to comfort and hand to hold,
As if bundled against the cold.
Beautifully written, and the ending is so peaceful. ❤
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“Another’s presence lessens the sting:”
Indeed!!!
Much💛love
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Beautiful! (And an excellent argument for rhyme and metre.)
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How utterly necessary to have a hand to hold when we are weighted down and oppressed!
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Speaks for our need to share both good times and bad.
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feel not
tho it seemed real
foggy bottom and glass
to pane
the day is all
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Terrific last line.
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Terrific lyric all through it – the images and rhyme work so well. I’m very envious of people who can rhyme well, it is such an art.
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Thank you!
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I enjoyed the rhythm.
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