a Dundee Sunday storm

it was 16:05
when the sun came out
a huge smile crossed her face
she almost gave a shout

her sweet peas had survived
Mother Nature’s latest storm
‘n it smelled like Sunday dinner
inside where she was safe ‘n warm

another day of Skyping
all the people that she loves
cyber hugs ‘n kisses
cell phone’s electronic shoves

how did mankind end up here?
she struggles to understand
the hatred, the dissension
hallmarks of a once proud land

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wind

I listen to the wind
as I lie in bed
ill positioned pillows
propped beneath my troubled head

it speaks to me, this wind
voice a distinctive hallmark
evoking myriad memories
as I shiver in the dark

it’s a drunk dude cursing
a shrieking CSX freight train
a woman loudly screaming
giving birth in blood & pain

howling at my window
swirling dust at the backstairs
the cries of all the demons
which reside in my nightmares

the wind sings to me
my foe & my friend
I listen to its voice
as I wait for night to end

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before the storm

in vain I try to capture
the colour of the Dundee sky
but it’s dead hard to describe
this haunting hue that fills the eye

a mix of cerulean & jade
reminiscent of the Aegean Sea
that brings the taste of sun ‘n sweat
hurtling back to me

I struggle with my efforts
to paint with words the Dundee sky
my dictionary was nae help
nor was the thesaurus nearby

but in the end it does nae matter
this failure to capture what I see
for the colour of Dundee’s stormy sky
will always be a part of me

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before the storm