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‘twas a wild, wild wind,
a wily, capricious
wind from the west,
its mischievous
spirit wavering, teetering
‘tween destruction and
obstruction – construction
not an option!
thrust and pause,
howling and moaning,
keening and droning
until it slowed to a sighing
as daylight lifted its mood
and its temper subsided
which was all to the good.
.
©Denise G Allen, 28 September 2014 12:27
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28/09/2014 at 5:20 pm
Seems a lot like the one we’ve just had! Wild and woolly.
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28/09/2014 at 5:22 pm
Exactly right, Col. Sidey mentioned on Fb something about a wild wind – and Bob’s your uncle. 😀
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28/09/2014 at 6:50 pm
I have lost track of Sidey – does she still blog anywhere?
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28/09/2014 at 6:57 pm
She is on Fb a lot with other (ex?) bloggers and I must admit I also post on there, but not as much as Sidey (Melanie Askeland) or Cindy. Of course I didn’t know them as well as you do and Fb doesn’t use blognames.. If you like, I could jot down some of the names for you and you can ‘friend’ them.
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28/09/2014 at 7:06 pm
ha. of course it was good…but like the wind even we need our moments to howl…and sometimes perhaps we should howl a bit more…
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03/10/2014 at 8:57 am
I have actually let go and howled a couple of times… when something happened that gutted me too deep for words.
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29/09/2014 at 6:21 am
I could feel the wind Denise. Your word choices created cresendo as the winds grew and then subsided. Excellant!
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03/10/2014 at 8:58 am
Thank you so much. 🙂
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29/09/2014 at 3:58 pm
I really don’t enjoy strong winds, adee. Your very descriptive poem gave me the shivers. 🙂
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29/09/2014 at 6:08 pm
No, I don’t either. Especially during the night. 🙂
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