Primordial Angst

Rain in ghost spray windspat palpable
Light in origami folds of bitter slate
Nature undecided on snow or other
Thrashed branches spasmodically wringing
Hands together in anguished indecision
So goes another late afternoon
Of bleak midwinter
Nature incontinent...





Poetry by josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-01-05 at 00:02

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
I'm with Tom. This is an enjoyably vigorous poem.
2020-01-07



I admire the verbal energy of this poem, an analog to the restlessness of the weather.
2020-01-05