stormy nights

I wonder whether the wind is blowing
or whether the roar in my window is
an intangible thing.

Sometimes it gets quiet
and I ask; - Hey dude, where did you go?
but he or she is right, I should turn off my freaking lights now.

I have not heard a thought in English for almost an hour.
It is kind of unnerving, I think I’ve been too close to too many people.
I spend all afternoon trying to turn this into something, but not a chance.

It is tough.

Fidel Guerra. April 21, 2022.

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one hour?
that ain't much
sometimes it takes me an hour before I can get thru the main intersection ... intangible mission
stay safe.

 

what's up Gus?
an hour, but how, you may wonder? The answer to this question is simple, beer.
In the springtime, my friend, many miracles happen, and some are delightful to watch.

Take care brother, be nice, and elegant as a swan from las orillas del rio bravo.

 

I guess there are many storms.
The mother nature's ones and all those voices that make us desire a time of silence.
I like reading you in Englih.
You make poems like lyrics of interesting songs.
Have a very happy spring week, Fidel.

 

Hi Cecy,
Joy can take many forms. I love storms, but it was interesting, and a bit scary, listening to the wind splashing onto the windows constantly.
A little scary, no doubt, nonetheless, a beautiful setting for a good night sleep. I guess it’s nice to listen to them if you are not a homeless person, when you are in your own bed, in a warm place and writing poetry.

I wish I could write differently or be please having other branches of poetry, but I do not. Still, I wander out into the fields of my imagination and enjoy myself. There are big, beautiful yachts in the ocean, and little boats as well, but either one can sink at any moment, or fail. I appreciate your complement.! Thank you, for reading me, for sharing your time and for your wonderful answers that feel like responses from your heart.

Bueno, as always,

Yours,
Fidel Guerra.