POEM: Owed To Stormi, The Poetess

It was a dark and stormy night
The starry heavens
Replaced by blinding light
Striking as lightning
But the bravest
From places unseen
With undeniable
Sow ready to rumble
Reigning like a queen
, her, poetess
Oh my
On my goddess
Her super natural wind
Clears deadwood from mighty oaks
And what remains
Of gentle reads
On the edge
Of the river of
And in her wake
Sleepy souls
And well wrested
A like
Find themselves
In what might
Be called

I wrote this poem a while back in homage to poetess, Stormi, aka Paula Blocker, who graciously hosts a reading every Friday night at The Trunk, 3353 Franklin.

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