because there’s so much static on the line
that I can hardly hear your voice.
Everything I touch explodes
and the clouds are pressing down
on every roof of every house.
I’m worn dumb with waiting,
and the sky is swollen
like a bruise.
A quadrille for Mish at dVerse. Our word is “static”.
Sarah writes poems 
The swollen sky… what an image. I can feel the pressure building.
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Oh my–this is so vivid. The sky swollen like a bruise!
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Wow, this is incredibly effective…with it’s imagery and emotion. Love it!
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” the clouds are pressing down
on every roof of every house.”
and “the sky is swollen like a bruise”
Oh what amazing imagery you’ve portrayed here. And just the word “pressing”….I can actually feel this poem.
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The sky swollen – a surprising image.
Happy Monday
Much💛love
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Wonderful second stanza. ‘I’m worn dumb with waiting’, you say so much in that line, and you say it so well.
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The tense expectation is palpable here and everything…for me building tension is key..
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that sky imagery is fanatastic
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“The sky is swollen like a breeze.” What a marvelous image.
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Sorry, I meant bruise but my head lost track. Smiles. I looked up to watch a bird fly past.
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Wow. Your title is so well used, and each word does so much. Impressed.
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Such a palpable heaviness in the atmosphere…and that bruised sky!
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“The sky is swollen like a bruise” is such a striking image, Sarah and the rest of oppressive imagery is very visceral.
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Your imagery is stunning! “Swollen sky like a bruise…” I can feel your words. ❤
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that ending line is vivid and powerful. a downpour is coming.
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That is so intense, Sarah…
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