I woke with bits and pieces of memories, tiny snippets
This nightmare was not fleeting,
My recovery time was molasses-slowed, a tortuous dip
I barely escaped with minor repercussions: an urge to scream
copyright 2006 carolyn injoy
Originally written in March 2006 but fully edited in August 2006.
The wind howls
copyright 2006 Carolyn Injoy
Originally written in March 2006 but fully edited in August 2006.
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Urge to scream
which began to adhere to my conscious mind.
yet the full content (and significance) escaped discovery.
into the La Brea tar pits of mind.
or a screaming urge.
Eighty Miles an Hour
like fighting cats yowl.
Thoughts of ancient times blow by.
Turbulent groans,
mournful moans.
No breeze over the roof peaks,
No whispers here, but the wind's shriek.
House quakes,
and windows shake.
Power is missing,
sleet is hissing.
Savoring the darkness around,
in this house no fear is found.
Roof shudders, it speaks a tale.
Flashlights out cause batteries fail.
Lightning flashed,
caused trees to crash,
Thunder rumbled,
weather grumbled,
on this stunning stormy night.