wailing undertones

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Nature / Folder 1

 

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dimly lit skies, and a dewey, warm waft of air

saturates my skin with breezy atmospheric breath,

in the distance, dark luminous clouds frame the skyline,

like a syndicate of angry politicians after an unfulfilled mutiny,

scathingly awaiting a liberating reprise.

 

clusters of dark grey sheets loom 

behind multiple satiny sheer curtains of microbursts

that frolick beyond the parched brush,

and far away, a crescendo of rumbling chaotic warnings

can be heard, but it's arrival is unknown

and the length of it's stopover a mystery.

 

still, i am confident as i witness it all,

my mind's eye knowing of the sun's 

flirtatious collaborations 

in this dramatic dance 

of nature's undertones of fury,

and await the show with anticipation.

 

as i pull in the driveway i hear

the expected yelping 

of a 70 pound red heeler/sharpei mix,

his keen aural senses in a tizzy.

 

7:31 PM 7/21/13 ©

 

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Author's Notes/Comments: 

(ok--he's really 98 lbs. but i was thinking he would have been mad at me if i put that in a poem--we're on a diet lol)

 

Expanding here upon the magnificence of power nature has over us. That there will always be something or someone that has power over us---of that we have only left, a choice of how to perceive it---and that our inner strength of character and faith, during those moments, is really all we have left in the face of any fear, no matter how overwhelming. 

:-)

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Natural calamity plus maybe a canine friend

Natural calamity plus maybe a canine friend if I am right..... Great description of the element of FEAR coupled with Nature's fury...... Enjoyed it but maybe I didn't understand it fully with my meagre resources.


©bishu 

 

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Well, yes you have understood

Well, yes you have understood it, and however is right for you, is right, Bishu. Thank you for your comment. I was mostly trying to expand upon the magnificence of power nature has over us. That there will always be something or someone that has power over us---of that we have only left, a choice of how to perceive it---and that our inner strength of character and faith, during those moments, is really all we have left in the face of any fear, no matter how overwhelming. 

:-)

 

~peace~

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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "

 

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Quaking Boulders an homage to you nl1220

Quaking Boulders an homage to you nl1220.


©bishu 

 

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I truly enjoyed this read.  I

I truly enjoyed this read. 

I often marinade in a simmilar manner of such elements.

You put these words together eloquently,

And so too to they dance with grace through mi imagination.

 

The third paragraph is my fav, 

Rich and vivid!

Beautiful work ★


"The stars awaken a certain reverence, because though always present, they are inaccessible; but all natural objects make a kindred impression, when the mind is open to their influence." R.W.E.

 


 

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Wow oh wow! I just got a

Wow oh wow! I just got a tingle up my spine...? ;-) Thank you, Astral. Makes my day. :-)

~peace~

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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "