Bruised, angry clouds
blown from the snouts
of beasts with wings,
horns and flames,
poet plumes
made the sky look
alive today.
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Thanks Mark! Written in the YMCA parking lot last night at dusk.
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You mean the sky’s not alive? Doh!
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I know, that line’s a little dumb. I fiddled about with it a while and had to let it go at that.
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No, I made a dumb joke, man! I like it.
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Well thanks for saying that but it’s funny, I thought who really needs poets to make skies look alive. They do find themselves with that. Perhaps it’s pointing it out to others, instead.
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and it’s best to keep the beast happy )
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Aye!!
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“blown from the snouts…” 🙂
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Tolkien-inspired imagery loosely emanating from you, no doubt.
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I have the best Tolkien, believe me. It’s tremendous.
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It’s in the songs!
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Sorry, been watching too much Trump tonite.
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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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Very beautiful!
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Hey thanks Steven and for visiting, and following my blog. Appreciated, Bill
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You’re welcome brother! I would love for you to check out some of my short stories when you have some time. Take care Bill
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