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meteorologist : Sky to Sea

  meteorite radiates  z o o o m m i n g   
crashes onto 
Three Anchor Bay turquoise 
sky dust onto beach white grains
winds sweep cobbled paths profane
a fetus acquires solitary soul lost
womb enlarges posting veins
shine baby blessed shine divine
observation work is thine 

platinum pressure paintbrushes
dove hands devilish articulate 
Scythian lifetimes past remembered 
fast forward ferrolic clocks spun in head
read write and arithmetic dread
chemical interactions drool squiggles 
bathe chuckle study laboratory sniggles 
grow compete win defeat cry cameos dead
songs atmospheric to be sung, give up dread

pick Robertson berries drink rare ruby wine
justice jugulars delicately combine
smashing glass, meteorite sits silent under 
eyelids pink presence fine 
explores inner Canaan cobweb caves galore
climbing pineal heights to evolutionary delight  
seer sight ~ peel, poetic heal a temporary deal 
before lissom living long there will be no chemical chasing ding-dongs to skip
or stormy interactions to dip acid slips
 merely alkaline planetary victories to blip

moonlit meteorite slowly surely suavely 
becomes mythic master meteorologist merry 
odd spacial morbidities burnt and buried
she solitary eats mashed mussels musing …
crack crack hush hush
zero rush 

her dust floats across the Bay’s 
now cobalt midnight waters smoothly 
ocean floor seaweed entangles slave ship sunk 
circular rhodium ring twines coral reefs sung

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a   coelacanth   s w i m s   a w a y 

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Tom Woody Date: 7/6/2025 5:31:00 AM You certainly have a unique and creative mind. Where do these ideas come from? Login to Reply Tom Woody Date: 7/6/2025 6:00:00 AM She's not much into poetry but we laugh a lot :) Ghairo Daniels Date: 7/6/2025 5:49:00 AM From same place yours come from, Tom ! Trust U feeding your pretty wife with soupy poetic ingredients too. B blessed 4 your comments. (Afrikaans ones are funnier as my first language is Afrikaaps, a dialect )