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Post by Ivan Carswell on Aug 22, 2007 16:16:14 GMT -5
Winds returned last night, a low pressure system breached boundaries of a consciousness despairing less exact overtures; the deep quiet of soulful air rent in riot of muffled sound wound tight by closed windows, shrouded in a hollow gloom booming the other side of broken sleep.
Aware without hearing from veteran years of wilder gales shrieking, sensing pitch of wind’s wail held in thrall of a power too severe to ignore, seeing electricity outages first hand as they surge across swayed wires flickering into homes, LED lights blinking a manic-obcessive call.
Light has returned a day of leaf litter spread a visual span reaching blind horizons, driven mist bleeds from hills etched against grey cloud overriding clear air of yesterday; between gusts crows soar in wild flight, ride currents in a joie de vivre of free spirits rejoicing. © 22 August 2007, I.D. Carswell
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Post by Shell on Aug 26, 2007 8:50:26 GMT -5
oh wow there's a twister of an inner storm swirling at the core of this! Dynamic or what? This reminds me of my own sleepless nights and how i become the storm ... loved it, can you tell? *grin
There are tweaks that might make this even more visceral ... maybe alter some of the line-breaks as a result .. but hey, this is a joy to read!
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