Settle in, head hits the pillow, earplugs in place, silence reigns. Dreams paint a landscape created. But through the silence a sound cuts through. A growling mastiff. A motor running. The rumble of a jet engine. A wounded warthog. All at decibels that break through the barrier of silence. Sleep interrupted Poke. Prod. Pinch. Heave … Continue reading 2016 Poemy Monday, The Second
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