“Minute fishing boats always just about to make it back…” Honestly, how I love that line. A precipice of a poem, heralding the day when the cavalry don’t save us and everything finally goes up in smoke. Wonderful, thank you Graham.

“Because sometimes we want that collision…” I think this is wonderful and I have found myself reading it over and over again. The deep need for conflict and the uncertainty it brings; is that what some call a frisson? We pretend we don’t really want it but we lie.

I recognise this as a storm of migraine, Matthias. I hope I’m right as you give us a very direct and apt description of that dreadful, unopposed disturbance in the force. Thank you.

I agree Vic, our lives must be punctuated or we simply lose perspective and are condemned to undisturbed melancholy.

Wonderfully smile-inducing Hool. I have often wondered if we ever actually leave school…

#RetroArtPrompt #Prompt #Torment

The bus always leaves

I’ve never asked questions
that had no answers. Never
stood before a wall without
doors. All the conversations

we will never have. Ourselves,
we will never share. Moments
we will never know. The bubble
that we will never inhabit…

And here, with a terrifying succinctness, is the truth that a storm of any kind brings us. Thank you Sue.

The roar of chainsaws always somehow really affect me. All that energy expended on shifting the earth and we respond by chopping wood, a wonderful ending following the bold descriptions. Also, we often suffer the end of US hurricanes after their flight back across the Atlantic. We call them Cecil.

The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse meet another Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse coming the other way. A poem of and for our time which, I hope, will not last long. Brilliantly conceived and executed Jan. thank you.

We just never know what’s waiting for us round the corner…

Yeah Paul, we always seem to be sweeping up after the last storm.

Thank you Dave. I’m sure everyone here has had to survive this strife more than once in a whileNothing for weeks then everything floods downhill all at once. Great stuff!

Perfect Gary, exactly the kind of storm I like. Everything all at once, stripped of all pretension. 👍

Yip, that’s the kind of storm I like Gary. Simple, loud, bright, a total drenching and flashing lights. Everything all at once. 👍