Big, bad wolf
By well-wisher
Sun, 02 Jan 2011
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There is no army marching;
storming your window pain
with ice cold cutlasses of gale.
It’s nothing but the rain.
There is no bull charging;
trying to butt your window in;
to toss you with its horns.
It’s nothing but the wind.
There’s no high wave rolling
to drown or drag you under;
deep and dark and angry.
It’s nothing but the thunder.
Pay no mind to the weather.
Its bark is far worse than its bite.
Your courage keeps it tethered
and it’s nothing but the night.
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This has a lovely flow to it
Permalink Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on
This has a lovely flow to it
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Hi there, congrats on the
Permalink Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Hi there, congrats on the cherry:-)
Incidentally, do you mean 'windowpane'?
I particularly like this stanza,
"There is no bull charging;
trying to butt your window in;
to toss you with its horns.
It’s nothing but the wind."
Insert's right, it does have a lovely flow.
Tina
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Hi well-wisher, great I love
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Hi well-wisher,
great I love this, such a wonderful way to describe
the elements.
Thanks for the read.
Jenny.
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Wondered if that might be
Permalink Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Wondered if that might be the case;-) Graceland - now you're talking!
Have a great new year;-)
Tina
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I really enjoyed, one of my
I really enjoyed, one of my favourites on here I think.
Beeme xx
k.
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a really great poem :) we
a really great poem :) we seem to both draw inspiration from fairytales and nature a rare quality is your writing really profound :) a pleasure reading i hope to read more as im new on here :)
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