soft drumming
of the vent below the floor,
window rattling;
it is the wind that owns
day and night, not sun, not moon
Day 9
09 Thursday Apr 2015
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Oh, I like this — it’s like a peek behind the curtain. And though you probably didn’t mean it as a prompt, it made me write a poem too — I always did suspect the wind of being up to something..
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So glad it stirred something up for you! So glad you liked it!
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I can just feel that vent thrumming…you’ve captured how nature has power to thrill and frighten.
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Thanks! Even in doors curled up on a couch!
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