PoemStormer

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Poetry
Fragments of deep verse
Washing ashore
Yet the lyrical tempest
Hasn’t even
S t a r t e d

In this rough and
slumbering,
Wetly dry and
Wicked,
Late summer 
of slow
w o r d s

                Wake 
                              up, 

            W o r d S t o r m e r

Have you ever
dreamed of
such a late,
And furious,

Timeless,
Fateful,
Somber,

Fearsome,
Word
S t o r m ?

             Wake 
                           up, 

         W o r d S t o r m e r

Sedimented stanzas
Washing ashore
Yet the lyrical tempest
Hasn’t even
S t a r t e d

Far removed 
from Self,
Far removed
From Other,
Far removed 
from
Poets—
Far removed—
Smothered

In this rough,
slumbering,
Wetly dry and
Wicked,
Late summer 
Of slow
w o r d s

        Wake 
                     up, 

     P o e m S t o r m e r

The Author

Woman. Floaty. Attached. Dettached. Sudden. Note-scribbler. Citizen of the world. Travelling to the moon and back.

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