Tuesday, August 26, 2008

 

Poetry Fusillade, pt 14: Storm


A storm rolled in
West to East, sound and light
The feel of wind, a scent now...

I know that scent
Even in this small room
From a chair by a window
The kind that still opens.

# posted by Mark Osler @ 6:00 PM
Comments:
When I first wrote this, there was an actual storm going on up at the island, but as I wrote it, it kind of came out from the perspective of an elderly world war II veteran who was in New York on September 11, 2001.

I think it makes more sense with the photo. Otherwise, the context might be lost.
# posted by Blogger Mark Osler : 6:13 PM
 
Oh, yeah-- that same guy, the vet, will show up again later tonight in "Theater 10."
# posted by Blogger Mark Osler : 6:16 PM
 
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