Ink is the Mistress
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Her heart was
whirling,
swirling,
twirling
inside the eye
of a
whirlwind,
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Categories:
tempested, poetry,
Form: Free verse
That Fire
...I tell you, I lost it all by that flame
The sudden heat that ate my house, the smoke
That singed my every hope, my cindered name
And how was this tempested thing provoked
What little spark ignited th...
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Categories:
tempested, allegory,
Form: Sonnet
Brave the Storm
...Contemptuous clouds were looming largely.
Their overhead disdain exuded warm
phlegmatic spittle on me angrily.
Conspiring gales abet the raging storm.
The thunderous claps reverberated
abusive o...
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Categories:
tempested, natureme,
Form: Sonnet