Shuddering limbs moan
under pelting sting of whip
wind demand; needle
rain rhythm and whitecap crash
cymbal(ize) Wet. Ride my storm.
Shuddering limbs moan
under pelting sting of whip
wind demand; needle
rain rhythm and whitecap crash
cymbal(ize) Wet. Ride my storm.
Yow — the sounds and sensations are palpable ! :-O 🙂
Echoes of the maelstrom outside my window. (I sort of have a thing about storms.) 🙂
🙂 They CAN be a real emotional experience, can’t they ?? 🙂
Emotional…
Yeah, that’s one way to put it. 😛