The wind was kicking up from the Northwest
Storm clouds gathered to section off the Sun
Intense displays of furious pyrotechnics flashed brilliantly
From the mouth of the dark beyond
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Ted, again this is so sad....I have to say that your writing when 'down' is still eloquent and you get your point across...Other than that, it's not a good day unless someone else made that decision long before you were 'but a twinkle in your Father's eye.'~~~~~~hugs, marci.xo
wonderful use of imagery here. The feeling of a fallen nobel is a great theme and universal. It illustrates the commonalityin everyone. The language is beautiful ed. A worthy read, inded.
Ouch.... feeling gloomy Ted? Every day is a good day to die..... and a better day to live. Don't think I'll be meeting my namesake below by the pearly gates though, I haven't been nice to anyone yet today. t x
We all have to return...& your poem is brilliant.... see you in heaven, rgds...Tara
Excellent literary piece. You have a great way with words.