The air hangs heavy and yet I shiver,
threat of rain clouds the forlorn sky;
high above the palm leaves quiver,
the air hangs heavy and yet I shiver
even birdsong has become a wither
Nature’s wrath seldom a passing sigh;
the air hangs heavy and yet I shiver,
threat of rain clouds the forlorn sky.
(An attempt at a triolet for Jilly who is hosting the dVerse pub tonight.)
In my absence
dreams flourish,
friendships form,
enterprises thrive
In my absence
opponents clash,
decisions falter,
differences grow
All that was viable,
all that motivated,
all that defined…
Now vapours –
truths forgotten –
in my absence.
(Jilly is hosting is in the dVerse pub tonight where repetition is the challenge. Â I am combining this with Fandago’s Word of the Day, opponent, Â and Ragtag Community’s prompt, friend.)
One Woman's Quest 