08.07.21 Weather Poetry
Today is bristle-brisk. Woolly words
laughing and dashing out the door.
The wind is breath and gladness
in concentric circles of clouds.
A twig taps on the windowpane,
it’s an arrhythmic heartbeat.
Thunder races between day and
night, like a chariot driven home.
Poem Form: Weather poem using pathetic fallacy (see #7). Image is from Public Domain Review on Instagram. Edvard Munch, “The Sun” 1911. On the wall of University of Oslo’s Hall of Ceremonies. Shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter ©Misky 2021
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11 responses to “8 July 2021: Weather Poetry”
Wouldn’t it have been wonderful to be around at that time? There was so much good are being created.
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An inspiring era, possibly.
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Nice one! Especially the wind part. And thanks for the Munch.
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Thank you. I’m partial to the thunder couplet.
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Esp love that twiggy arrhythmia. Nice work, M!
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Thank you, Ron!
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Beautiful work here! Always love your poetry. ❤️❤️
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Thanks so much, Lucy.
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Nice to see something by Munch that isn’t screaming lol. I like learning about the pathetic fallacy device. Your poem has a lot of character. I like your likening the thunder to driven chariots.
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Thanks! Hope you’re having a good summer.
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You’re very welcome, Misky, you also!
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