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wailing undertones
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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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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
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. "
Quaking Boulders an homage to you nl1220
Quaking Boulders an homage to you nl1220.
©bishu