specks of rain tap
on dark window;
tree branch lit
by streetlight swaying
we rest on shoulders
of night breeze, hemming,
hawing through hours,
wet air, open window
ego pulls this way,
that; shadows rock up,
down walls; ever stirs
our little pot of storm —
shame, pride, joy,
disappointment, shame,
pride, joy, tap, breeze,
disappointment, dark,
wet, shame, haw — soul
mixed into night, hem,
repeat; shadows rock up,
down walls, ever stirring
Poems from in between 
9 responses to “Versa”
Yes. “ever stirs/our little pot of storm” and the repeated phrase “shadows rock up”
I can see that tree branch and love how that one image takes you on this human journey.
(p.s. I am a little aggravated with WordPress because your poems aren’t showing up in my daily following feed. Again.)
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Well, I am not putting much out there these days, so there is that. Congrats on getting through NaPoWriMo! I look forward to catching up on your wonderful work the next few days now that my deadlines have passed. Thanks for seeking me out when the WP does not want me to be found. Enjoy May 1st!
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it’s a pleasure to read how skillfully you have interwoven the weather and house and people into a single fabric.
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Thank you so much. I am glad you enjoyed this.
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Ah, I love the chopping rhythm!
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Thanks!! Hey, long time no see. Hope you are well. Thanks for stopping by.
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You’re welcome. Always good to stop by!
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I enjoyed reading this one immensely. I love how you personify the facets of weather, light, movement.
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Thank you! I appreciate you saying so.
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