Shadow Charm
When you place your mouth
to my ear
how does the ocean know
which wave
to relinquish?
In your darkness I find teeth.
Blessings of the meek-throated.
A ribbed tunnel. Codicil.
Your tongue scrawls: too late,
the unsaid nerve-sparked and
dilated too late
And my skin replies: with
lightning all strikes
count to each its charge

“how does the ocean know which wave to relinquish?” absolutely stunning ❤
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Thank you, Sarah!
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This is superb, Robert! From start to finish, a solid poem!
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Thank you, Tre!
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You’re most welcome, Robert!
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Wonderful Bob! …and how long till the thunder rolls!!
Dwight
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It rolled in the wee hours this morning, Dwight. 🙂
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How good is that!! :>)
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I do love a good storm, and how the human senses react to the sudden brightness and awakening sound.
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I sometimes find them somewhat comforting. Other times, not so much. Ha!
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That shivers down the spine feeling can either be good or bad. 😊
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Stunning
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Thank you, Derrick.
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I appreciate this.
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Thank you, Brandt.
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