I woke up this morning
to the sound of the Whip
thought I was still dreaming
but then...
Again and again,
it snapped and it cracked
right outside my window
and then...
I jumped out of bed,
and threw open the blinds
was it day, no it was night
but how then...
Could it be so bright
right outside my window
it looked like fire, everywhere
and by then...
It was too late,
Whip took not just the tree
but the house in the tree
even then...
It was all changed
but not gone
we'll start over again
Curse you Whip!
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8 comments:
Oh yes, sounds much like our last few mornings! Gee whiz, enough already storms, go away! I enjoyed your poem!
Nicely done. I especially liked your suggestion that we 'whip over to Saturday Centus'! Clever you!
I like your image of a whip cracking here.
Well done.
=)
Great imagery ! Now, every time I hear or see lightning, I will think of a whip cracking and not be so afraid ( I hope ) ;) !!!
I hate when storms are like that. Yikes, scares a person, ha!
Oh man! That is sure not a fun game of crack the whip!
This was really clever!
Kris.
Something weird is happening with my comments.
They are lighting up in red and then disappearing.
I wrote earlier that this was quite a violent game of crack the whip!
I love your imagery and creative imagination here.
And I hope this didn't really happen to you!
Wow! Clever you! Well done.
Havea lovely weekend.
Scudds
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