Nature took the dingy grey
clouds between her hands, rubbing
them on the corregated
sky until they were white once
more. She hung them, newly washed,
pinning them to bolts of light
to air out in the wind. Now
everything has that fresh,
clean scent --- do love a good storm.
Karla!! I want this one-- seriously! We could change the first word to "She", and voila! it's an ogress poem... we could put it in the book... --Charlie
I agree with Kate on this one, this is your best write of all time Karla and the image you created is fresh and new and shines a whole new light on the after affects of weather. This could also be applied to the recent storm that has happened in the Den and hopefully when Matt and his crew get all the bugs out our second home will also smell fresh and clean.
hugs
fee
YEYEYEY!!! This has to be one of your BEST storm writes, Stormspinning Girl! Glad that you, too, can see the beauty of the storm's cleansing darkness! Love this, thank you. Kate xx
Love the images in this; one can almost smell the freshly laundered air! Marvelous: can almost see Mother Nature washing the sky amidst all the lightning bolts! LOL Glad the severe has moved on outta here; now we can enjoy the break we've needed for so long! Very well done, Karla; brava!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :D
A picture of Mother Nature performing her laundry in the skies. This is a unique perspective I would not have thought of. Very creative Karla. Stay safe. May peace be always with you. JMW
So wonderful to hear that the storm is over and all is pleased and yes I have to agree at times they are like a clean fresh scent after the storm. Thank you for sharing Karla.
This is wonderful, Karla. Only those who are old enough to remember how our mothers scrubbed our clothes on that old washboard can truly appreciate this one. Terrific images.
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John
Oh, so do I! Lovely, lovely poem!
Cryssa
hugs
fee
Be always safe,
Karen
of the lines of your poem.
Love the images in this; one can almost smell the freshly laundered air! Marvelous: can almost see Mother Nature washing the sky amidst all the lightning bolts! LOL Glad the severe has moved on outta here; now we can enjoy the break we've needed for so long! Very well done, Karla; brava!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :D
Lovely poem.
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
Love,Christine
Georg
PS. I don't get your posting-warning from AD
Newfie Hugs are on the way, Rose
Happy to hear that some good comes out of these storms. Peace, Love and Blessings Always, Paul.