"I am hearing poetry when awake,
dreaming poetry when asleep,
breathing poetry with each breath,
I am living in a poem."
Plenty of wooled sky out your way lately, isn't there? You really conveyed the unstable nature of transitional seasons here, Susie.
I love that first stanza. Very cool.
The wooled skyhangs as pulledgray threadsagainst anangry chest…. Gorgeous writing!
Loved the opening lines :D
Love the wooled sky. You have captured the unrest so well.
Wooled sky.. I think we had too much clear blue sky here.. tomorrow they have promised lead.
Haha, I KNOW RIGHT! Gosh, both the weather and my mood... I can relate, Susie.
Oh wow!! I love your word choices and imagery and how April turns into an actual being fleeing to hide...lovely work, Susie. :)
Very vivid — and congratulations on finding such a new and 'right' metaphor.
Lovely, the wooled sky...You described the fickle moody month, so well.
A vivid and textural reference to April's fickle weather-ways. I like the tightness, neatness of this, Susie!
This is an excellent metaphor for inclement weather.
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