Driven by the fear
of Giants bowling.
The crashing sound loud and penetrating
the world
and shattering the glass
that explodes
shards
piercing the air
as screaming banshees explode
in the night
Air.
rapid breathing leads
to calming quiet
and the sharing
the sound of comfort conveyed
pushed into the air stopping the screeching banchees
just
Giants bowling
lots of gutter balls
the hand
steady.
The fear wrapped around me
like
a boa
a python
begins to fade
the air
flowing back
into empty spaces
and finding them
empty
pushes them
outward.
listening often
now
to hear the gentle sound
again
but it is now gone.
I loved this! I was told barrels of potatoes tipped over and rolled across heavens floor.
Did the potatoes barrels work? I spent the rest of my life trying to see the giants!
Poetry by Doc Andersen ?…I still have to get used to non-tech blogs of yours ?
Just consider it the use of tech (computer and keyboard) to generate art!