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Friday, October 7, 2011
Fall brings us many things; leaves, pumpkins, change, and, everyones favorite, rain!
Infact, Rain is so important in our lives that it's this weeks prompt.
Our prompt was inspired by the poem below by Sherman Pearl.
And always remember, every prompt deserves a poem.
Delayed Reactions
By Sherman Pearl
After the hammer slams down on your thumb
or the hurtful word penetrates,
a stunned moment follows.
You’re like a soldier who feels no pain until he sees the wound.
Happiness, too, is sometimes slow to register.
It was years after the rain had sent
me and the girl huddled close to me dashing for cover
that I suddenly felt the drops.
Have a fantastically wet week, and we'll see you at our next poetry club meeting, Tuesday in the Hot Shot cafe at
the Albany LBCC campus from 3-4!
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