Tag: storms
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Poetic Bloomings Goes All Stormy
That Gored Sky where was the face of heaven when that wind stormed and stumbled about – a wounded bull that gored the sky. where was the face of heaven when music’s wind was a fierce horn, when it reared up in rage and proclaimed itself reborn while the masses threw down hope. there, where…
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✔️ Poem Form: “Pathya Vat”
Thunder’s Middle Voice Those black crow clouds Just keep rolling, Building, boiling, Then pouring scorn. Our summer storms Are whiskey warm, Like peppercorns’ Heat wakening. We wait, listen, For the lightning, Thunder’s frightening Torn middle voice. For Poetic Bloomings In-Form Poetic form: “Pathya Vat” is a Cambodian verse form, consisting of four lines…
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