Cheryl Hoffman Poet Monorhyme

The Perfect Storm

Air perfect substance, high winds are gusting,
flashes come in bunches, trees are bustling,
thunder like punches, rain pounds and punctures,
twister erupting, lawn furniture bumping,
hear noisy thumping, houses are busting,
street obstruction, ambulance rushing. 









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Paul Hoffman January 7, 2017 at 1:54 PM Sounds like ever winter in Scottsboro Cheryl Hoffman January 7, 2017 at 6:01 PM One day its 70 degrees and the next its in the 30's!:)

Freddie Robinson Jr. January 6, 2017 at 8:50 AM A very cool and chaotic image, Cheryl. That kinda commotion will no doubt create the perfect storm of confusion and devastation. Excellent poem, my dear friend. Love and smiles to you. Cheryl Hoffman January 6, 2017 at 2:23 PM Thank you so much for your kindness and encouragement Freddie; love & smiles back~Che