Greensky overhead: air, stilled death except for hail, shattering. Tornado on its way: sirens announce approaching danger in screaming wails that freezes the marrow of the bones, setting
feet in motion - where to run, where to hide??? - Hear it roaring in the distance - lighting sizzles - thunder shakes the bed under me - that's when I wake up. Only a nightmare - can't get back to sleep -
When the ground vibrates and the blue sky disappears and angry clouds provoke the storm front...I'm in a shelter somewhere.
Ya just don't grow old being a fool as my dad would say.
Love the pic and the poetry!
Blessings and love,
Susan
Chilled me to the bone with this one my friend...you've penned it with much feeling and emotions, well done, hope you never have to face another storm such as this or nightmare...
Blessings,
Joyce B.
A tatse of reality well penned Karla
Your picture there of dark clouds
Reminds me of curtains coming down
after an act of a horror play
Peace & love be with you
Relief that it's "only" a nightmare... but bad enough to be surreal. Sharp and intense, love the power in your opening words "Greensky overhead"... sounds like an SOS in itself. A StormSpinner best... TY Kate xx
Ah to experience such violent action from Nature is an experieence that is not soon forgotten and does come back to haunt us now and then...great capture of that theme.
Living in Tornado Alley doesn't help you to conquer your StormFear; yet writing/taking pictures does; and you do a bang up job with both. EXCELLENT pen and chilling image; I remember that storm verrrrrrry well! YIKES!! SCARY sky!! BRAVA, Karla, keep on writing/photographing; may you continue to conquer your StormFear!! I'm with you all the way!!
((((HUGS)))) and much love, your twink, Karen Lynn. :)
Recurrence or déjà-vu? that darn storm still continues to haunt you?
Dream of spring tawing with a peaceful murmur of melting ice and no twisters in sight...
I cup of chocolate also helps...
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Ya just don't grow old being a fool as my dad would say.
Love the pic and the poetry!
Blessings and love,
Susan
Cryssa
love, Carole~
B~
Blessings,
Joyce B.
Your picture there of dark clouds
Reminds me of curtains coming down
after an act of a horror play
Peace & love be with you
William
Fee
Newfie Hugs coming your way, Rose
((((HUGS)))) and much love, your twink, Karen Lynn. :)
Dream of spring tawing with a peaceful murmur of melting ice and no twisters in sight...
I cup of chocolate also helps...
Georg
well done Karla...
John
God Bless
Michelle~