terminal velocityA Poem by Red Brick KeshnerFrom a word bank.
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Drenched in heavy morning rain Like an arctic soaking to the vein; I just sat there stunned and wordless, by the results of endless tests. Only do I seek the scoffer's sympathy; my litanies dot the bottom of this timpani. No restaurant on high street offers... Whoa! I found where my sanity rests: A very comforting hand takes mine, The other hand by her child as well. I draw dry ice sculptures in my mind, While a hawk’s screech rings overhead. ` © 2010 Red Brick KeshnerAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on October 29, 2010 Last Updated on October 29, 2010 AuthorRed Brick KeshnerBrisbane, West Moreton, AustraliaAboutMy life is one poetic journey. If I am not reading or writing poetry, I simply live it. To me the experience of poetry should be such - to breathe it, create it, and receive it from poems and lives th.. more..Writing
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