safe house
No shelter from storms.
I used to think
I could hide in the attic
And all would be fine…
But I was wrong.
Lightning arcs and roars,
Blinds and deafens.
Droplets splatter like dark cherries
Against the panes.
It’s scary…
Impossible to shut out.
It would be easier
To stay in the basement—
And I would...
But I’ve grown accustomed
To the view from up here.
Nice poem. It seems it is time not to hide!
thanks, @lakshmi ...yes, you can't hide
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Curiosity
yes, exactly. The same reason people stop and stare at accident scenes ... or go over their hurts a million times :)
How painful. :)
yes, it is, my friend.
Beautiful poet..
thank you, @jakebuensalida
Excellent poetry!
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STOPHmmm, more like you're afraid of the midnight knock on the door.
Are we coming around to that again?
Joe
I hope not, Joe ...it's been on my mind