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Great Outdoors

it's teeth some jaw around my head, biting baiting an air beast wintering wind anaconda squeeze of miserly monsters that I'm dragging as I walk and wings whose tips stipple cheeks, reddening through slow-mo torture but somehow that winter stroll hidden critters galore is a glorious break beckoning staleness from stolid afternoons

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Sara Kendrick

Date: 11/14/2023 12:42:00 PM

Nice calm fall afternoons are really nice especially so as compared to a something with its teeth and jam around my head. LOL..Thanks for sharing this one with us. Sara K

Clive Culverhouse
Date: 11/14/2023 1:37:00 PM

Thanks for taking the time to read, much appreciated, Sara

Ink Empress

Date: 11/14/2023 8:36:00 AM

Winter wind always gives me pain literally. You have a way with words and expressing very creatively. I love your word choices and also the flow as well as the alliterations. Especially love the line “ critters galore is a glorious break“ and “ anaconda squeeze of miserly monsters“ powerful! Pleasure always reading you. Sending you light always

Clive Culverhouse
Date: 11/14/2023 11:12:00 AM

Your thoughts on my poems are so welcome and hugely apppreciated, thank you

Di11y Da11y

Date: 11/14/2023 6:50:00 AM

When walking the dogs is less than relaxing... An interesting read

Clive Culverhouse
Date: 11/14/2023 6:56:00 AM

Too right, I hate those arctic blasts where it feels like your ears are going to snap off, but the dogs have to be walked! Thanks for reading, much appreciated.