she walked dark cloud

she walked dark cloud
talked tilting house
spewing ash and adrenalin on all
a rash with a different tune

she spoke back words
to order with dire need
a deed done is thus a dare
a flare to singe dead birds with

empty buildings on the run
anger like salt no sun
a fault carelessly carved
like a loaf of stale bread

there is no more direction
just the core of the waves
beating the groveling sand
to another dark tale




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2015-10-25 at 19:28

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Powerful stuff. I love the two opening lines. The combination of the past tense verbs with the describing objects is nice. And the second stanza.....man how do you do that? Combine such imagery with situational feeling. And "a flare to singe dead birds with" :) Wow. I am going to bed now to think of how ineffectual my stuff is.
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