Black Noons
Flowers break under hoovesof thunder scattered ponies.A bell booms time-tomb time-tombas the black noon driftsthrough humbled oaks marooned in meadowsweet. Frightened rodents burrow beneathancient...
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You certainly introduced yourself with a bang or was it a loud hoot OWL.Welcome to the TnO and if these works are typical I'm looking forwards to reading many more.
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Thanks, Teagan. Glad you enjoyed. I'll take a look around at the other poems here in a bit. Kinda busy at the moment. Good-looking site you have here.Dan
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Hello OWLcrkbrg. This poem is powerful yet quietly understated. They go together handsomely.This line in particular (but not excluding the others): "Lamb-warm breeze sweaters my face " is fab! I wish...
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Hi, Gal, pleased to meet you. I'm glad the particular line you mention works well for you. I wondered if it was bit of a stretch, so to speak. Dan
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Hi Dan,As in the other one of you I read, this flows great and the images and sound effects I really nice. Much enjoyed.Leny
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