quiet is unnerving
air, in its stillness
belies the charged tension
weighting her
waiting
birds flutter
restlessly
mocking static strain
with aimless
twittering
heaviness of heart
condenses
burdens crush
denser in
stagnant portent
breath thickens
saturated with apprehension
quickening
as she listens
for a gathering storm
(image: Deviant Art)
That feeling, I have it every morning, and at other times sometimes. I’m right there with you
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Right now the weather is channeling it with me
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Partly cloudy. Partly awake.
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Beautiful poem!
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Thanks for reading and taking time to comment
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No problem at all. Your poems are always interesting to read to say the least!
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😉
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Thank you!
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This is exactly IT♡
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Thank you. I am glad it feels relatable
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Utterly my talented writing friend
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Oh thank you! I really appreciate it
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You have my faith in your words♡
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So very kind!
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