Thrashing Poem by Glen Kappy
Thrashing
from "While Passing Through"/Spring
Spring night, winds thrashing.
In bed I hack and hack…
—one nostril for air.
thank you, bernard. and compared to the night described, i had a really good night's sleep last night for which i'm grateful. -glen
Thrashing of spring night's wind is interestingly expressed. This poem is very brilliant definitely. An excellent sharing is done.10
thank you once again, kumarmani, for reading and commenting. interesting when the conditions outside seems to mirror those in us. -glen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/4/2024 10:57:48 PM # 1.0.0.1119
You’ve been sick, Glen? Allergies? Sorry to hear it. No fun trying to sleep when you’re all blocked up. Hope you’re all fixed up now.
yes, better now from a doozy of a cold. to me there seemed a parallel to the wind outside and my tossing, turning, and sleeplessness. thanks for your comment and concern. blessings! -glen