Sensitivity to nerves ripe with fear
as the sky opens directly over my
head. Lightning flashing; thunder
crashing; rain blowing sideways
on mad sheets of wind, a tornado
of sound. A massive jolt finds me
blinking stupidly from the floor at
the sun streaming in through the
window: all that panic for nothing.
What a way to begin the morning!
There, in the picture, are mean clouds if I ever see ones, but after been slapped a few times by typhoons in the shoth seas and Chine seas and mean looking cloudly sky just looks like a pathetic effort to shout Booooohh! to a charging bull.
Your poor thing. Sounds like just the kind of weather I enjoy. Been to Texas several times in the last few years and I enjoyed the storms. Love driving in them too. We've decided to move out of snow country. Maybe we'll look into Texas. Calm down, enjoy God's wondrous weather and have a great day Karla. Wel done my friend.
A sleeping poem. This part is so full of visual sweets: "rain blowing sideways on mad sheets of wind, a tornado of sound." Good stuff, Karla. --charlie
Deputy Dave Jenkins sets out to find the murderer of the local high school principal, aided by a voice from the grave that is sometimes helpful and sometimes misleading.
"Murder isn't usually this funny."
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Georg
well done Karla...
John
God Bless
Michelle~
You really do put lots of weather sounds, images, and actions in your storm poems. Well done.
Boy, that is one uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugly sky!! MAN! Glad the storms have moved on; rude awakening is RIGHT! Very well penned/photographed! BRAVA!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin sis, Karen Lynn. :D
Wishing you and Karen a wonderful weekend!!!
Sandie May :o)