Twiglet #67

A twiglet is a short phrase. Or a word. Its aim is to “prompt” a flow. A thought. A memory. If something comes to mind, write. A polished piece isn’t the goal; creativity is. Leave a link, if you’d like your work read, but comments should not be expected. Twiglets are posted on Tuesdays.

44 thoughts on “Twiglet #67”

  1. FIVE SLASH-OF-RAIN POEMS

    1
    Across the yellow-orange petaled backs
    of hillside marigolds,
    slashes of brutal rain.

    2
    Not even Noah had a clue
    about the coming deluge
    until the punishing raging rains
    came slashing against the gopher wood.

    3
    The scourging of Jesus at the pillar
    echoes still in the slash of tears
    streaming from the eyes of believers.

    4
    That goodbye kiss that slashed across
    your twisted mouth sliced me like a knife.

    5
    If flower seeds asleep beneath the soil
    could wake and speak, they would pray
    for slashing rain to quench their floral thirst.

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  2. Still winter here, woke to 28 F. Any one care to send some warmer air this way.
    This weeks prompt made me think of the odd Process of hail… a different type of slashing rain.

    Though I also remember being caught in a slashing rain on a vacation…by the shore/ beach.
    Maybe I’ll write another verse for that. Maybe though I already have…
    Errands to run this morning… I’ll be back to read. 🙂

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