soft
warm sand
between toes
clenched in anger
rake a dug in line
above, pus filled clouds weep
as darkening thrums crash,smash,
lightning accusations converge
striking a broken jagged glass line
to gouge out flesh wounds in calloused defeet
© bg 2018
resurrecting the trashcan bard 
woo hoo
you’re expanding your horizons 🙂
congrats 🙂
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hi there Anniegoose ,glad you appreciated my little dabble in new horizon,kindest regards bg 🙂😎🙂
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A piece that is both relaxing and disturbing. Thank you. Naked hugs!
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hey there, i’m pleased my poem had this effect on you. i try to write my poems that way to stir up thoughts inside the readers mind. kindest regards bg 🙂😎🙂
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