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"Summer Wafting" - a poem
Ok... keep in mind... I didn't really... write this. I woke at about 4am this morning, in the middle of the birdsong and torrential rain. It was overwhelmingly fantastic.
I opened all my windows, and lay in the semi-darkness, absorbed everything around me, and listed on a pad everything that was going on. I just wrote a list of words that best suited the sounds and smells around me. Keep in mind it wasn't a poem, just a list, and that I was very tired and writing in the dark. (the light would've spoiled the mood). Most of it makes little sense to me now. I have no idea what the last line was about, but I love it, so that's what I've named it. Patter Drone Rythmic drumming Cascade Murmur Deep tone Freshness Soft Call Secrets whispered Melodius Swooping melody Twittering, chirping Mist Clean New life Choir, Cadence, Chorus Rattling, Tapping Green smell. Summer wafting. |
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Nice job! It's very nicely written, in my opinion. Keep up the great work.
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