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It was quiet When the dog went out into the backyard, he trotted bravely away from the house away from safety. As he touches his nose to the dry soil The world is alight A shutter of white soon accompanied by a roar and then a shake and then a cry and then the tree across the street is split…in two with a yelp, he is gone But if he had remained, and looked up, rather than at the burning tree he would have seen White-blue lightning run across the sky The rolling and buckling clouds above The heavens parting and breathing Gods tearing the world asunder… But he is a dog. It was enough. so he ran back to the house back to safety Afraid.
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May 14, 2017
May 14, 2017 at 1:17 AM UTC
The Music of the Gods
It was quiet When the dog went out into the backyard, he trotted bravely away from the house away from safety. As he touches his nose to the dry soil The world is alight A shutter of white soon accompanied by a roar and then a shake and then a cry and then the tree across the street is split…in two with a yelp, he is gone But if he had remained, and looked up, rather than at the burning tree he would have seen White-blue lightning run across the sky The rolling and buckling clouds above The heavens parting and breathing Gods tearing the world asunder… But he is a dog. It was enough. so he ran back to the house back to safety Afraid.
A poem that I had to write for an assignment earlier this year. Found it on my computer so I decided to share it.
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May 14, 2017
May 14, 2017 at 1:17 AM UTC
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