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Lightning strikes in the night,
and blankets pull tighter, wrapping a dream
of daylight, where fear is framed within
crisp shadows, with a clarity that remains
on waking and late into the day,
the threat of storm long forgotten, yet
the uneasiness easily remembered.
This is my response to The Secret Keeper’s Weekly Writing Prompt #170,
with the words late, storm, frame, strike & wrap.
Image source: pixabay.com – member/skeeze (edited here)
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This poem tells exactly how it feels to be in this situation- disturbing happenings especially at night but not limited to it!- they do bleed over into the next days or hours.
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Sometimes, the gift that keeps on giving.
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I really like this one, Ken.
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🙂 Thank you.
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My Labrador knows this uneasiness easily remembered … she begins to panic long before we can hear anything … she is always on alert for storms!
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Our border collie was the same.
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Memorable . . .
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Thank you, Peter.
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You’ve captured this feeling so well–the night fears carried into the day.
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Thank you, Merril. Sometimes I wonder if, when we think about a troubling dream, we want to return to resolve it.
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Perhaps. I guess it depends on the type of dream.
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