Poem -

The cyclone

Sleeping bag for one 
Looks so lonely.

You stayed overnight at work 

For the cyclone.

Couldn't go home.

 

Let me get on with my life,

Queensland! 

Like you ever have.

It's the mundane that needs to get done,

The bins and the washing.

 

Now it's monsooning 

And the shop is all out of toilet paper.

Sometimes imagine 

Me how I wish to be seen?

I'm at the piano.

 

Doing a book signing.

In place of this a deluge.

I'm troubled my foot ulcer 

Is all there is,

And you of course, sleeping bag for one 

 

Hunkering down 

Through the heart of a girl 

That is the storm.

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Shirley Harrison

Wow such a metaphor, the heart of the girl is the storm. Superb and very romantic. Those type storms can certainly be a bitch. Fantastic punchline Rory, I'm most impressed. 🌹 

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Rory McGinlay

Made me lol. I thought you might like it. Me too, it's what I call a B side but a good one

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Bernadete van d...

You were really hunkering down, Rory,
I heard about cyclone Alfred on the news. Yes, we do get aussie news here.😄 Sorry to hear that, but you must be used to it by now. 
So, you took the chance to write a poem about it, pretty good.   B 

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Marion

This is so intricate. It starts about the weather and I love how the narrator becomes self reflective. An alternative life...'at the piano doing a book signing' instead of being miserable about the foot ulcer and the girl who isn't with him. Great stuff R x

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