Reality Rules OK!
Gale bent branches lash
not quite shattering windows
to a volatile soul
where my precious passes
our winter reading in silent hope
as a flutter in each shadowed
longed for fantasy clashes
with short term reality revealing
that after each and every reversal
peace will reclaim our time
2 comments:
This poem swirls with sound. I really like the echoing sounds in the last three lines. great work
Mr. Bennie's poems never fail to move me.
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