Karla, this picture (and the photography of all your storm pictures) are some truly great shots, as is your poetry which describes each scene.
I visited Texas years ago, but I think you've convinced me that it's not a place I want to return to. (I shoud talk--Florida will be having their share of the storms in the near future.)
Storms! You either love them or hate them! Much like the people on planeth earth, eh Karla? :) Just another of God's mysteries! Have a safe and happy weekend regardless of the weather. Promise?
Perfectly captured! Don't you wish Nature would build a cage for
it and hire guards to keep it there? Unfortunately, many of her
fits appear to be necessary. In the long run, anyway. Mother N. obviously subscribes to the kill'r'cure school of medicine.
Love the power you manage to pack in your poems without wasting
words. Ironical, but THE STORMSPINNER RULES !! ;) Pea xOxOxO...X!
You have captured the storm both by eye and by your words. Looks like quite a scary storm. I hope the storm has passed and that there was no repercussions from it's violent powers.
Great metaphor, it can sure seem like a tiger or lion at times can't it. Just as a big cat seems so gentle and soft laying at rest and so vicious when bringing down its prey with nothing but claw and tooth.
I second Richard Cedarberg: WOWSERS! This is one of your best storm-inspired poems EVER! And that picture...WOW! Excellence all around; brava! *clapping*
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin sis, Karen Lynn. :D
WOWZERS KARLA ...
This is quite brilliant and tasteful; I believe one of your best conceptual poems ever. You should put together three or four of your best and send them into Poetry Life and Times. And I agree with Sugar Chum below; you're growing and I get to watch and read it. Yeah Baby! Blessings ...
Beautifully captured Karla both poem and pic. You are getting very professional. Ever think of sending to magazines that deal with weather? Nothing ventured nothing gained!;-)
Explore the mystery of how nature makes unexpected gifts of creative wonders to an unsuspecting caregiver one late night and early morning in southeastern Georgia, USA.
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I visited Texas years ago, but I think you've convinced me that it's not a place I want to return to. (I shoud talk--Florida will be having their share of the storms in the near future.)
welland those pictures
record the sounds too i know they have to be something.....
Blessings,
Joyce B.
God Bless
Love and hugs
Lena
Love Tinka
Georg
Thanks,
Dan
Be safe,
Karen
God Bless
Michelle~
it and hire guards to keep it there? Unfortunately, many of her
fits appear to be necessary. In the long run, anyway. Mother N. obviously subscribes to the kill'r'cure school of medicine.
Love the power you manage to pack in your poems without wasting
words. Ironical, but THE STORMSPINNER RULES !! ;) Pea xOxOxO...X!
~hugs~
Karen
Fee
I second Richard Cedarberg: WOWSERS! This is one of your best storm-inspired poems EVER! And that picture...WOW! Excellence all around; brava! *clapping*
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin sis, Karen Lynn. :D
This is quite brilliant and tasteful; I believe one of your best conceptual poems ever. You should put together three or four of your best and send them into Poetry Life and Times. And I agree with Sugar Chum below; you're growing and I get to watch and read it. Yeah Baby! Blessings ...
Your bud in SoCal ...
Richard
Love,
Eileen