The Wind Comes

by Patrice Clarkson | Sep 13, 2018 | My Musings, Poetry | 5 comments

The wind comes and she blows
Blows winds of disaster
Chaos
A multitude of things untold.

Her mighty strength will subside
Only when her fevered anger
Has run its course
And then she’ll be quiet air.

No evidence detected
Just anguish, heartache
Sadness left
That surely did unfold.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2018

5 Comments

ksbeth on September 13, 2018 at 11:37 am

Wonderful
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- Patrice on September 13, 2018 at 1:01 pm
  
  Thank you!
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ksbeth on September 13, 2018 at 11:37 am

Wonderful
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The Muscleheaded Blog on September 14, 2018 at 4:34 am

Insightful piece, Patrice !
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The Muscleheaded Blog on September 14, 2018 at 4:34 am

Insightful piece, Patrice !
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