Soggy Shoes, poem twenty-one Posted on June 26, 2022 5:08am EDT by Sara Anderson Yellow umbrella tugged from my hands suddenly, soars on storming wind.
I don’t know how you accomplish it but you are there your voice is there telling us the poem- short or long- dialogue or none. I see this like a scene in a commercial or short film Excellent Reply
I felt the umbrella being snatched away…a deceptively simple but descriptive piece of writing. Thank you for sharing this with us 🌞 Reply
Vivid, the picture that forms in the mind, reading this…
The spirit soars too
I don’t know how you accomplish it but you are there your voice is there telling us the poem- short or long- dialogue or none.
I see this like a scene in a commercial or short film
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I felt the umbrella being snatched away…a deceptively simple but descriptive piece of writing. Thank you for sharing this with us 🌞
Short, sweet, yet tells a compelling, deep story. Nice.