beyond the yester rain
is a mist
that stills the now
and constrains the thought
that would be loud
to merest whisper
a susser with a trailing touch
suggestion
yet not tempest
within the thickened hush
an embodiment of shiver
moves
a linger
from the storm that was
but the sun will burn
the wisps will rise
and rise
to begin again
beyond the remnant shiver
begins new day
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Author:
Frank Prem (
Offline) - Published: November 21st, 2017 00:23
- Category: Nature
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Comments4
nice and sweet, my friend.
Thanks Kevin. Glad you enjoyed.
Had to look up susser and I'm none the wiser but it doesn't matter - it sits so well in this great work.
Think I made it up Michael - out of susseration, I think. Glad you liked it despite untraceable references.
A fine write Frank.
Thanks O. Glad you enjoyed.
Reminds me of a line from a song, in 'Annie' I believe ... "The sun will come out tomorrow". Good write on passing through bad times, Frank!
Yes it will, Louis. CHeers.
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