On a silken sheet I lay
salty and abandoned,
as the undulating waves stilled
there was hardly a ripple that predicted
the perfect storm,
was yet to come.
a dawn bird
4 thoughts on “The Perfect Storm”
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A Shared Space 
Love it.
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This is quite a piece, well layered
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Thank you, Paul! As I’ve said to you before, poetry is all about reading between the lines. Looks like you read it well 🙂
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Indeed, it felt as such.
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