knowing she'd heard a billion worse.
If the storm feels free
enough to give voice to its being,
why should my tongue be stilled?
Photo by Altınay Dinç on Unsplash
Song Choice: Smells Like Teen Spirit by Nirvana
Liner Notes for this Groove: This poem was created for Poets and Storytellers United's Friday Writings, 13 Words on the 13th.
The moon hears all!
ReplyDeleteWe must seem like a really wild reality show. I hope the moon has plenty of popcorn on hand.
DeletePerfection!
ReplyDeleteAgree!
DeleteAw, thanks you two!
DeleteIf the storm feels free
ReplyDeleteenough to give voice to its being... oh I needed to read these lines today... thank you!
That's exactly the sort of comments I love getting. Thank you!
DeleteThat puts in in perspective!
ReplyDeleteI know I could do with a healthy dose of perspective from time to time.
DeleteI love the first line!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Christine
DeleteIt should not, and the moon will embrace your words and savor them. As I do.
ReplyDeleteAw, thanks JC!
DeleteI think Nature is the best of teachers. She doesn't fear someone else's reactions to her roaring. And since we are daughters of Nature, I think we do right by her when we just let it rip!
ReplyDeleteAmen and so mote it be!
DeletePerfect!!!
ReplyDeleteHave a good weekend
Much love
I hope your weekend is lovely as well.
DeleteThe moon will be moved by this poem. :)
ReplyDeleteI can only hope :)
DeleteLove it. I agree. Scream and yell at that moon if you have to!
ReplyDeleteHowling sessions are held every night, weather permitting.
DeleteYes, I want to be a storm!
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