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Poetry Friday: Storm by H.D.

September 29th, 2017 (06:00 am)

Current Mood: thoughtful
Current Song: New Rules by Dua Lipa

You crash over the trees,
you crack the live branch -
the branch is white,
the green crushed,
each leaf is rent like split wood.

You burden the trees
with black drops,
you swirl and crash -
you have broken off a weighted leaf
in the wind,
it is hurled out,
whirls up and sinks,
a green stone.

- Storm by H.D. (Hilda Doolittle)

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Posted by: Kay McGriff (kaymcgriff)
Posted at: October 1st, 2017 07:39 pm (UTC)

I enjoyed the imagery of the storm in this one. Like Laura shared, it is surprisingly peaceful poem for such a violent storm.

Posted by: Little Willow (slayground)
Posted at: October 1st, 2017 07:40 pm (UTC)
Re: storm

Sometimes, there is calm after the storm. And there is hope.

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