We sit under Thunder
shake as it resounds
awestruck
with the majesty it demands
rumbling the sinews of our marrow
striking the core of our heart beat
reminding us
of
the raw power that abides in the sky
hear the crack
cower
there is nothing to mask the
power
the lightening that follows blazing strike
exclamation mark
to the humbling crack
left behind
in the playground valley
of
Thunder
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Reviewed by Julie Wyatt (Reader)
Reviewed on August 26, 2003
Josie-
I don't think I've ever read thunder described so well as you have done here. A very moving piece.
Reviewed by ***** ********* (Reader)
Reviewed on August 26, 2003
Fan-TAS-tic write, Josephine! I love the phrasing throughout...
"the majesty it demands
rumbling the sinews of our marrow
striking the core of our heart beat
reminding us
of
the raw power that abides in the sky"
Incredibly terse and arresting description of the phenomenon that goes beyond its mere physical effects! Great!
Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
Reviewed on August 26, 2003
Thunder here too. Exciting to look at .... in the distance. Like the poem.
I used to sleep to the sound of thunder, till I realized it was lightening that caused it... lightening scares me... thank you for sharing such an intense write...
In Spirit,
Bear
wonderful imagery in this write, but thunderstorms terrify me, especially when they are overhead or the thunder is especially loud! sooooo glad to be reading you again; you've been missed here at the den! :D (((HUGS))) and much love, your (storomphobic) texas friend, karen lynn. :D
Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)
Reviewed on August 26, 2003
Wonderful imagery! So happy to be reading you again, Josie.
Reviewed by *********** ********** (Reader)
Reviewed on August 26, 2003
The thunder-storms in Outback Western Australia.....are amazing....they make the hairs on the back of the neck stand up sooo high.
This poem is truly great....you capture the feeling of thunder so well....Great to see you...where have you been? :op
Excellent, Josephine. Having recent experience with a very close lightning bolt and accompanying explosion, I relate to the poem very much.
Best regards,
Leland
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I don't think I've ever read thunder described so well as you have done here. A very moving piece.
"the majesty it demands
rumbling the sinews of our marrow
striking the core of our heart beat
reminding us
of
the raw power that abides in the sky"
Incredibly terse and arresting description of the phenomenon that goes beyond its mere physical effects! Great!
i can't praise this write enough--WOW
awesome descriptions, awesome write! *clapping* this is one of your best!!!
it's thundering out there now as i'm typing this review
so good to have you back where you belong--i've missed you
((((HUGS)))) and much love,
karla. :)
An insightful write underpinned in layered depth. My compliments extended...I'm awed...
Rodney Evan Bohen
Love Tinka
~Joseph
In Spirit,
Bear
It is so good to see you again. Wonderful write and great imagery. Powerful indeed!
Sandie Angel a.k.a. May Lu :o)
This poem is truly great....you capture the feeling of thunder so well....Great to see you...where have you been? :op
Ty, Dani
Best regards,
Leland