brainstorm

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    brainstorm
    red tile roofs
    satellite dishes
    trees, trees, trees,
    flora in bloom
    the mist shrouding all.

    eclipsing the sun
    bleak is the word
    forecast for the day
    summer has folded
    and pleated for fall.

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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

    alanya’s Poems (15)

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    invisible things 0 05/21/2011
    chronicle of things 1 05/06/2011
    at one's end 1 05/06/2011
    desperation 0 05/06/2011
    nature 0 03/12/2011
    cross words 0 03/12/2011
    feeling good 1 03/12/2011
    untitled 9-28-10 0 09/28/2010
    8-1-10 untitled 2 1 09/28/2010
    untitled 8-1-10 0 09/28/2010
    Ode to an Era 0 09/14/2009
    Thawing Out 1 03/15/2009
    winter 0 12/13/2008
    brainstorm 0 12/13/2008
    poets 1 12/13/2008
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