The Coming Storm
A weathered and worn windsock,
taut on the peak above.
An unheeded warning
to the hazy milieu below.
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Conflated is the vapour
that escapes your cruel grasp,
devoid of oxygen we once shared.
Sharp wit and candor weigh ––
heavy like the suffocating
crush induced by the snake’s coil.
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Panic bells chime within,
beckoning my getaway
before the coming storm, but
I cannot leave her behind.
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Shay’s Word Garden
Feature Poet: Paige Ackerson-Kiely
Word List: windsock | conflated | vapour | oxygen | candor | induce | chime
Date: 2022-11-30 | Tags: #swg, #shayswordgarden
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They say tornadoes are so fascinating to see, that people stand and stare when they should be finding shelter. This made me think of that.
–Shay
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Yep, ‘swept up’ in an awesome display of nature’s fury.
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