She fills the sky
with a rainfall of words,
a hurricane of syllables,
a thundering of sentences.
She brews a storm,
but he stands impermeable
in silent eloquence
amid her eye.
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Shawn L. Bird 
He is the strong, silent type?
Apparently!
That is fantastic Shawn, a great poem. Well done.
Thanks, Brett.
Been there!
lol
This poem reminds me when I say “I told you so” to my son and he knows I’m right.
My favourite 3 word phrase in English: “You were right.” 🙂
🙂
We’re men, taught not to express the maelstrom within us, unlike women, who ride its storm and swoop through their world…except if we’re poet guys. Lovely piece, Shawn.
Thanks, Joseph. I like poet guys for this reason. My nephew (an English teacher now himself) writes wonderful stuff for his wife (a former student of mine, I introduced him to). I’m occasionally jealous of this phenomenon!
Ha ha… Sounds like a couple I know! 😉
🙂
I feel he is in the eye of a hurricane
Indeed.
Exquisite!
Thank you.
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