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Wall of clouds blocked this view of the prairie,
like loads that burden my troubled shoulders.
The air was charged with thoughts of misery,
this challenge stood like an impending disaster.

Thunderous mad roars in the sky above,
were mere signals of the coming twister.
A dark funnel of air hungrily engulfed,
my desperation to be elsewhere.

This increasing rhythmic beat pounded on my chest,
an assault of adrenaline from the sight I laid upon.
A tornado suddenly anchored itself on the ground,
ravaging the roots of houses and cars of men.

I ran out of view from this heavenly onslaught,
as my crew radioed in – secured and unbroken.
In a vehicle of storm chasers, this vortex distraught,
but with a prayer stored prism, dispositions brightened.

WOOF Contest – Top Picks

Poetry

Jennifer M Scott – “Misery and her Sister” – A bad couple of days at work channeled into words.

dragon blogger – “Curious Storefront” – Poem about a merchant dealer of souls.

Zorlone – “Meteor Shower of Tears” – A lonesome man remembering the love he professed to a woman.

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I stand in the middle of a crossroads,
not knowing where to go.
My heart says South,
yet it’s my mind I’d have to follow.

The path is straight up ahead,
though, no means to cross an ocean.
A bridge is what I need to tread,
over yonder a bow heeds action.

This crossroads was here before,
tested a solemn choice that revealed.
A fair but difficult path of old ignored,
now reaping its fate of hardship in years.

An option so simple like flipping a coin,
but, is never the path to gamble with.
Choices made in haste rejoin,
blistered feelings of skin and meat.

I stand in the middle of a crossroads.

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Let’s dance again,
to a melody of soft music.
Just two shadows,
shifting
in the background of a bliss.

Moving
with our united frame,
as our bodies float,
on notes struck by a violin.

The breeze,
of a cool silent air,
stirs with the warmth
of our tune.

Tonight
I bathe in our sweet embrace.
As we entangle ourselves,
with raw instinct.

The reverberation of a drum
beating passionately
as we reached the finale
with an explosion.

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WOOF Contest – Top Picks

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Zorlone – “No Call to Counter Strike” – A poem inspired by the fall of Gondolin.

Jena Isle – “My Painful Past” – What is more excruciating than remembering a painful past?

Fiction

Zorlone – “Diary of a Broken Heart” – A glimpse of an entry in a diary of a man, who once found the love of his life.

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