For dVerse Poets Pub quadrille 119
Against the Storm
Windows tight against the storm
curtains straight, nothing flutters
it is the way of storms to blow
wind pounding against shutters
leaves to fall and scatter
winds of change wash over me
as raindrops fall and splatter
cleansing my spirit my soul set free
Linked to JusJoJan # 26 “shutter”
Til next time ~stay trippy hippies ~JP
Understanding the way of things can make all of the difference. I like that wonderful and romantic tune by that cutie. Accepting someone in all of their glory and texture such a nice dream, especially how he sings it 🙂
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Thanks Lisa, my hubs once told me “I don’t love you in spite of all your weirdness, I love you BECAUSE of all your weirdness.” Yes, we are THAT couple lol 🙂
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🙂 ❤
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Beautifully written imagery of change and the past being washed away.
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Thank you Dora, that is how I have always seen storms, a cleansing. 🙂
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Love your word pictures in this poem! Sometimes the storms in our lives are what cleanse us into being able to start healing. Wonderful.
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I think sometimes we need a perfect store to clear the clutter we have locked ourselves into…
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Definitely, I love storms for the cleansing they represent (in my mind anyway) 😉
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