Some imagine oblivion

Sand dunes on Oregon coast, August '13Bruised, angry clouds
blown from the snouts
of beasts with wings,
horns and flames,
poet plumes
made the sky look
alive today.

About pinklightsabre

William Pearse publishes memoir, travel journals, poetry and prose, and lives in the Pacific Northwest.
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17 Responses to Some imagine oblivion

  1. You mean the sky’s not alive? Doh!


  2. ksbeth says:

    and it’s best to keep the beast happy )


  3. walt walker says:

    “blown from the snouts…” 🙂


  4. walt walker says:

    Sorry, been watching too much Trump tonite.


    • pinklightsabre says:

      I know, now I’m reading the commentary. No sorries. My wife and I got in a fight almost. It’s had that kind of impact on people. We never fight. Parallel universe, Bizzaro stuff.


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