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Morguefile
Gleangenie



when your words ended
I sat still trying to absorb them
as they flew past me on the breeze
you created 
when you slammed the door
on your way out


Copyright/All rights reserved  Audrey Howitt 2021




Comments

  1. I've missed your poetry. For some reason I didn't get notified about this one, but luckily I saw it on Facebook. I've now had my Audrey fix for the week. Thank you for that, and Happy Weekend to you.

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  2. Short, sweet, totally to the point. Loved it.

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  3. Striking. I can practically hear the slamming of the door, see the realization on her face, feel the breeze... Also, what Helen said.

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  4. Started light with a breeze and the BAM slammed shut at the end. Really nice descriptive distillation.

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  5. How patient you were. It may have been more satisfying to explode so he really knows how you feel,

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  6. Frustratingly, that is the way the wind blows sometimes. As Dylan said, “Don’t need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows! “

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  7. I can remember similar moments, the ones before full realization hits, but the pain has just sent out exploratory feelers, and in just a second more they've surrounded the heart like a boa constrictor.

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  8. Most passionate write and I love your creativity in the verse

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