High Winds

And the high winds come
Replacing the thunderous claps
With a constant howl.
Raindrops,
Now ferocious,
Like a liquid fire,
Lash down
Further filling the creation,
Scattering colour and petals alike,
Consuming what had been here before.
Now, the edge is reached.

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Elaine says:

Jul 12, 2021 at 10:31 pm

Lovely words and painting Tom

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1. Tom says:
  
  Jul 13, 2021 at 8:25 pm
  
  Thanks, Elaine. A bit of random interpretation! 🙂
  
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Chris Hall says:

Jul 13, 2021 at 8:37 am

I love how this is developing, Tom!

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1. Tom says:
  
  Jul 13, 2021 at 8:33 pm
  
  Thanks, Chris. We’re definitely being led somewhere!
  
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Beyond the Sphere

By Tom Merriman

High Winds

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