No Harbor
The creak of the floor board blares like a fog horn on a dark, misty night.
There is no escaping the storm that
Will soon pass through my doorway.
I pull the covers over my head and
Begin to hum.
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like the floor board creat blaring like a fog horn, all the other images, too. Evocative and effective
Humming is good! May humming create a safety bubble around you!
Damn floorboards always got something to say at night!
This poem feels like a Chris Van Allsburg book.
Boldly, but simply, drawn images.
And so hard to read because of what is not said.
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Oh those curfews! and the price we pay.
Opening line so strong!
Oh Wendy, there is so much dread in this poem. A muffled scream that we hear between the lines!