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Visiting Auntie
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Wulfman Adventures Walking in the rain, wearing a hooded sweatshirt as a jacket.
Looking for the Motel Auntie is staying in.
Warmth, television chatters while I unfold the borrowed sleeping bag.
Tucking the art and backpack in a corner, shoes by the heater and fluff the pillows.
Wishes fill the falling rain. The soothing tap-tap of drops bombing the roof.
I wrap up, get comfortable on floor, coffee forgotten and asleep with my banana on the pillow next to me.
I enjoyed reading this. Great
I enjoyed reading this. Great imagery.
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Oh, sorry
Thank you for the feed back.
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I am an artist of words as well as paints.
Had to dig
Dig in my facebook activity log to find this poem. Was from a writer's prompt and well, now my aunt lives in a camper trailer.
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I am an artist of words as well as paints.