Sad news has been the rule lately re friends and relations, so naturally, sad and disturbing poems flow.
(Some might say spew.) The longish one that will appear at AD next --
'Mushrooming - sic' is about cancer and the environment. But a dear friend brought me art that will help re the art/artists series, which I have by no means abandoned. Plan is to post the cancer piece, then nothing else until I have completed an art series poem worth -- hopefully worth -- posting. Should be more U P. (I have written short poems recently that are cheery, but I entered them in contests and the rules. . .get my drift, I'm sure.) Thanks for wading thru this. Hope you like the poem. Pea-ce
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Up to their old tricks, July and August compete for Worst Storm. Thunder starts rolling around four as the sky turns fur side out. Lining is a mottled purple threaded with the gray inside a glove. Air tastes like a lint-coated penny smells. Get this sense that animals are digging in or pleading to be allowed into trees. Birds shrill Flee, Flee, and abandon nests under construction to spiders and mold.
Time was when I threw my arms over my head and ducked in a pantry sticky with sugar- trapped poison when grown-up storms charged up and down, up and down. Silence before worse. Like the vacuum cleaner sucked all the air out of house, me and Brother.
Purple is a stage curtain, I told my children. Shhhh, the show is about to start. Thunder is God clapping. Now they are grown, I can be a coward. Don't tell me lightning strikes more often than I think. See these fingers in my ears? Nothing scares me like a bolt out of the blue. One can burn all the way through. Got this fear of being hollow. Do me a favor? Shut the window and pull the shade. Can't hurt to lie low.
I can surely agree with you on this! I never heard a sound like it before... I actually was "in the path" when lightning struck and EXPLODED in our chimney during a severe storm, some years ago. ...It rather went through me, without killing me!!!
It brought the neighbors, police, firemen, emts, news people and a lot of curious passers-by! But my grandsons and I were just stunned [terrified] to silence...
To say it "affected" me, is an understatement; to this day, my nervous system jumps, at the slightest sound of thunder.
Great - and accurate - write!
Blessings, Rhonda
Reviewed by Connie Hinnen Cook (Reader)
Reviewed on August 28, 2006
Indeed, unplug the modem, stay away from the phone, and don't take a bath! This is so rich in images, Pea. Amazing!
Oh Sweet Pea, you reeled me in with this eck of a write.
"Thunder starts rolling around four as the sky turns fur side out" Marvellous imagery.
;) Ch'erie
Beloved Pea, you once again sweep me off my feet and transport me to your world. One sees the approaching of trouble in the storm; as one who fears storms (yet respects them, too), I felt the claustrophobic grip of terror and uncertainty. Excellently penned and imaged, this is my new favorite of yours. My ultimate compliment: Wish I'd written this. BRAVA!
May you see the sun shining soon, you are in my prayers. (How 'bout sending me some of that storm? We're m e l t i n g here in Texas!)
Jean, you wrapped me into your poem and took me along for the ride. One forgets the sunshine outside and the breeze from the sea and sees and feels instead, your thunder and storm and for the length of your poem, through wonderful metaphors nothing else exists.
Such beautiful work, under trying circumstances! Pea you are from warrior stock;-)...Hope all goes well. Also hope the wasp stings aren't too bad, they can be a problem. Thoughts and prayers with you
this piece took me back a few years as not only stay away from the telephone but turn off the radio and that was before the advent of TV. Wow I should have known there were more like gran and me around. A delightful piece. Peace, blessings and gratitude for sharing. <Mikii>
In many cultures, thundering and lightning are associated with powerful divinities. In Rwanda, the supreme lord of heaven is Lighning Nkuba, Hindu myth, thunder and lightning are the weapons of the warrior god Indra, pagan Germanic myth, thunderstorms are the province of the mighty sky god, Donar. Before a storm, cumulus clouds grow dark as the density of moisture increases. Can't call you on the telephone tonight, Pea, It's Lightning and Thundering!
Stay safe and be well. Say hi to Ray for me. Blessed Be.
Sage, Your gliterati gay Hollywood starlet friend with a purple rhinestone thunderbolt and Rit-dyed slicker with pancake battered-on pasties...
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I can surely agree with you on this! I never heard a sound like it before... I actually was "in the path" when lightning struck and EXPLODED in our chimney during a severe storm, some years ago. ...It rather went through me, without killing me!!!
It brought the neighbors, police, firemen, emts, news people and a lot of curious passers-by! But my grandsons and I were just stunned [terrified] to silence...
To say it "affected" me, is an understatement; to this day, my nervous system jumps, at the slightest sound of thunder.
Great - and accurate - write!
Blessings, Rhonda
God Bless
Lena
"Air tastes like a lint-coated penny smells"
Whew, good description! 'Course I like the "fur side out" too!
Great imagery and teriffic emotion too.
Hugs!
Tami
Sorry to hear that things haven't been great lately. Hope that everything will improve soon.
Amira
Love Tinka
"Thunder starts rolling around four as the sky turns fur side out" Marvellous imagery.
;) Ch'erie
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(
You are in my prayers~!
Beloved Pea, you once again sweep me off my feet and transport me to your world. One sees the approaching of trouble in the storm; as one who fears storms (yet respects them, too), I felt the claustrophobic grip of terror and uncertainty. Excellently penned and imaged, this is my new favorite of yours. My ultimate compliment: Wish I'd written this. BRAVA!
May you see the sun shining soon, you are in my prayers. (How 'bout sending me some of that storm? We're m e l t i n g here in Texas!)
(((((HUGS))))) and love, Karla.
Eileen
A poetic task fully accomplished by the dancing quill of an artist of the VERB... "Stay Away From the Telephone" glows and diffuses aroma of wisdom.
I salute You, Poet.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Stay safe and be well. Say hi to Ray for me. Blessed Be.
Sage, Your gliterati gay Hollywood starlet friend with a purple rhinestone thunderbolt and Rit-dyed slicker with pancake battered-on pasties...