by Patricia A Boudreau
Friday, January 10, 2003
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The clouds are moving in,
dark harbingers of the storm.
Thunder in the distance rumbling,
an ancient angry dragon
rousing from his centuries
The winds becoming stronger,
mighty steeds now freed,
that race and whirl in frenzy
charging at the trees, who sway
and bow before them, as if in
Bolts of lightning streaking,
flaming spears tossed by the gods.
Waging, warring titans
fighting fiercely over heaven
from behind their blackened bastions
Fury, building to a final crescendo,
as suddenly as it came.
a branch torn
leaf littered calm,
in the sun.
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|Reviewed by Katy Walsvik
|Jaysus.. this is amazing! a work of art, and I mean 'visual' art.. I'm in awe of how you can move me, any reader, to the eye of this storm.. IM THERE! God, you're good! katy.|
|Reviewed by jude forese
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|loved the imagery and expressions...wondrous!|
|Reviewed by Erin Kelly-Moen
|Windy and wild, Patricia! I love storms, and your images were wonderful!
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
|felt the intensity of the storm while reading this...the imagery is fantastic, so is the word crafting. excellent! (((HUGS))) and love, karla. :)|
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|outstanding imagery in this! felt all the fury of the storm as i read this intense write! beautiful write; thanks for sharing!|
|Reviewed by Ted Sheridan (Reader)
|Love the last phase. This was really well written.|
|Reviewed by john zimmerman
|evoke in me the sudden violence of the storm, the human reaction, abd the sudden bkested calm following.
good show !