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Wyatt Sep 2018
I’m spun around
like a hurricane
invading my peace.
In comfort I was dry
yet you stripped
my shelter away.
Soaked in this,
drenched in it.
Evacuate
to higher ground
before it’s too late.
Denise Uy Sep 2018
You make a fool of death with your beauty and for a moment I forget to worry.
It's not mine but I love this line from the song.
Lady Ravenhill Sep 2018
Left in the church yard
Watching under the old oaks
Waters over head
© LadyRavenhill 2018
Haiku #61
Lady Ravenhill Sep 2018
Rattling shutters
Howling wind and lightning strikes
Spark chills and wake fears
© LadyRavenhill 2018
Haiku #60
Lady Ravenhill Sep 2018
The darkness recedes
Gale forces swirl around them
The eye spies it's prey
©LadyRavenhill 2018
Haiku 59
Lady Ravenhill Sep 2018
Inland gales make waves
Through the tops of creaking pines
Florence has arrived
©LadyRavenhill 2018
Haiku 58
veritas Aug 2018
she's so pretty she looks like florence welch with her

orange hair all sweet and frazzled and her

verbena scented fair

skin skin freckled and smooth and sunny like

a ******* miracle wow you're so ******* bright and just.

**** i could kiss her face.
Terry Collett Jun 2017
We were in
the Santa Croce
in Florence.

My mother
was talking
as she often did
about the process of things
and how
the capitalist system
would come to an end.

I switched off
and noticed Odette
walking nearby
one of the chapels.

She was alone
her cousin
must have been
elsewhere(thank God).

She saw me
and blushed
but walked
towards us
in her white blouse
and blue jeans.

My mother paused
her Marxist talk
and asked Odette
how she was
and where
her cousin was.

Odette said
her cousin was with
the novelist
who was staying
at the same pension
as we were
and who talked
endlessly
about her books
and her plot
for her new book
set in Florence.

I noticed
Odette's *******
pushing
against the cloth
of her white blouse
and how her eyes
seemed to light up
when our eyes met.

My mother began
her lecture
on Italian art
and the corruption
of the Catholic Church.

I wanted my mother
to go elsewhere
so I could be alone
with Odette
and capture
each aspect of her
and never forget.
A WOMAN IN FLORENCE WITH HE R MOTHER WATCHING A GIRL.
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