Bruised, angry clouds
blown from the snouts
of beasts with wings,
horns and flames,
poet plumes
made the sky look
alive today.
Bill Pearse
Writing is learning to see in the dark
Bruised, angry clouds
blown from the snouts
of beasts with wings,
horns and flames,
poet plumes
made the sky look
alive today.
Bill Pearse 
Beautiful.
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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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