
For visually challenged writers, the image shows a landscape of green moorland and hills, with a pool of water near rocks in the foreground and a heavy bank of white cloud rolling in and masking the horizon.
Shrouded in these clouded hills
the loons and butterflies
dart and dance
a wild shrilling silence
a frenzied breaking stance
the willows, the weeds
the flowers
the bitter bitten
grass.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
Inspired by This week’s prompt ~ Clouded from Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo
I loved it Jay 🙂
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Thanks so much 😊
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You are welcome 🙂
You are welcome to read mine at
https://thetenthzodiac.wordpress.com/2020/08/15/tufts-of-dreams/
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Thanks I’ll check it out
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Ok 😊😊
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Although it is my first time stopping by your blog, the poem for Sue’s prompt today reminded me of how I often feel compelled to express myself. Glad I found your blog.
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Awesome! Thanks for stopping by 👋🏼
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Love the alliteration in the penultimate line, Jay.
Thank you for joining in this week 🙂
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Grazi my friend 😊
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🙂
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