Capricious
it seems we’re floating
in barometric confusion
while the bruised sky
seems closer than it’s ever been
cinnamon wind teases nostalgia,
leaves the desert in leaf-littered ruin,
bring forth thy rampage,
swollen summer assault
it seems we’ve lived this day before,
number combinations, valid subscriptions,
making a bed out of outdated periodicals,
warming by blazing paper cuts
keep the revolving door shut, cringe at
every meteorological mood meter reading,
douse the fire with napalm, sunbathe
it seems this is waking life:smell of skin tinge embers
mark the wall calendar with survival ticks,
glue your heavy head back on with local honey,
turn the clocks ahead early
to possibly rush this hell while the breeze is still blowing
(April, 2019)
Thistle Thoughts 
Mindblowing poem Jennifer! Your lines lash out with horror and lyric power! First rate writing!
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Thank you, Dominic
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Most welcome Jennifer!
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and the appended date was significant too, or just capricious?
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It’s when it was written
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The images your words create are amazing!
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Thank you
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Hugs ❤
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💙💙
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you bring together words in a new way that is profound
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Thank you, Beth
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So enjoyed this😊
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💚💚
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Beautiful poem!
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Thank you
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Beautiful lines so emotional thanks for sharing 🙂😊
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Thank you
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It’s my pleasure 🙂🙂 stay blessed
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