stormy weather

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there's only so much reading you can do

so much listening to storms rumble in

from far horizons

we think this earth is solid under us

but talk to a Seismologist

then you'll quake

we carry this dream of solidity

with us always: in hospital, at the grave-side

everywhere our dream allows us to live

hoping, just hoping

that we're travelling towards

the harbour

and not heading straight towards

the eye of the storm

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Kate G

Wed 5th Dec 2018 11:57

Great poem John.

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Douglas MacGowan

Wed 5th Dec 2018 01:53

I really liked this. A lot of emotion portrayed well.

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Tue 4th Dec 2018 23:46

The eye of the storm... what a calm tranquil place to be.

A place were we can't live in blissful ignorance!

Went though the storm on the way in and for certain we will have to go though it on the way out... A bit like Brexit!

What a night

Great poem btw. almost forgot to say old friend

Po

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