TSM 225: Aftermath


An eerie calm settles in as blades cease to spin.

Murky water sits -vacant, placid.

There is nowhere to go.

The morning light brings forth contradiction.

She looks down at the mud between her toes –

the dry earth now swallowed into the mouth of yesterday’s storm.

Only now is there stillness.

Only now is there nothing but quiet.

She sees her reflection,

and shatters it with her finger,

sending ripples through its silence.

Check out http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2022/08/sunday-muse-225.html to see the challenge for Wind and Water

Published by raelynpracht

Writer. Reader. Lifetime Learner. Follower of Christ.

15 thoughts on “TSM 225: Aftermath

  1. This so powerful. I think we have all been in that place of aftermath, but you has so beautifully, poetically expressed it.


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