Blackout

Blackout

A Poem by Bill MacEachern
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Storm power outage

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Blackout

I sit in a blackout
What can I do
Wind is a howling
The rain's angry too

Windowsills rattle
High up on my floor
I live on the seventh
And hear every roar

I'm starting to find
A still quietness
Mixed with a thunder
Of solitudeness

I sit in a blackout
What will I do
I'll sit here and bask
In my gratitude

Bill MacEachern December 18, 2023

© 2023 Bill MacEachern


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This is amazing, love the feeling of intensity of this.
There isn't much one can do during a blackout.
Nicely written

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Bill MacEachern

1 Year Ago

Much appreciation June Bug.

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