Catharsis
Rattling gates, a distant wind chime sings
Ghostly howls courtesy of poorly fitted eaves
Flirting with gusts of cold night air
The occasional yap of dog down the road
Mind wanders back to him.... No, back to words
Leaves whisper and shuffle on bended branch
Corrugated iron sheets clap loosely, tempo rubato
Inside, paper patiently waits for a poised pencil
While outdoors, a storm is brewing
There's his face again, quick! Back to words
Windows creak and flex, the ceiling groans
A random bang of a loose screen door
Gentle clicks of a latch left ajar
Squalls dancing with all that is free to move
Not unlike myself... finally, back to words
Poetry by Purple Phoenix
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Written on 2015-11-02 at 13:44
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