Changing.
Macaroon sky,
white-ruffled and fluffed
like meringue pie
trapped in cold oven.
Roan-streaked twilight
night-stained and greying
like grains of rye
simmered in gravy.
Wind-sheeted shore
cheesy and mould-slaked
like bread long-stored
means storm on the way.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
Offline) - Published: March 29th, 2017 07:31
- Comment from author about the poem: A fun-look at the weather- signs I saw last evening. The storm never came.
- Category: Humor
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Comments5
kind of made me hungry, very interesting take on the weather! storm clouds approaching?
Good write. Cooeee F. lol.
Beautiful write .
Very striking.
Wind sheeted shore and cheesy like bread are stored in memory of wise expression. Storm is on the way but maroon sky is in new hope. An amazing poem with excellent wording is shared here.
Thank you dear Pintu for all the time you have given for my recent work - your comments are always upbuilding and very supportive. Greatly appreciated.
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