Mirth is like a flash of lightning, that breaks through a gloom of clouds, and glitters for a moment; cheerfulness keeps up a kind of daylight in the mind, and fills it with a steady and perpetual serenity.
Joseph Addison
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Rumors
rumors of thunder mumble over the drab of mid-afternoon gathering sinew from the hush of the water’s Summer-burned shore somersaulting in fevered crescendo to a pithy, prophetic pitch of reverberation across the obscured August sky
lightening chastises with impetuous trident… thrusting without warning igniting the universe with fiercest prod wielding his caustic bolts he sears the highest reaching limbs jolts the depth of deep magnetic core… his presence measured in milliseconds to the distance count beforeindignant insults resurface breaching the hush … slowly stumble… tumble… and subside…
we are alone on this earth, you and I… courting the tumultuous invitation to imbibe the full force of life’s weather… all too aware of the impact yet we dare not run and hide we stumble… slowly tumble… along…. in her transient waves purring in the lull of suspicious calm … the enduring tumult rings in our ears keeping time with rapidly beating hearts yet with wary eyes we await life’s storms rejoice in her refrain.
rain comes to cleanse us now… wash away the insults and fears guide us safely into Fall … what force of nature will heal we who wait in dignity and silence anticipating Summer’s end and the reassurance of the sun
"rumors of thunder
mumble over the drab of mid-afternoon
gathering sinew from the hush"
A poem all by itself, and a grand beginning
for 'Rumors'. Evocative from start to finish,
the close is every bit as moving as the opening...
"anticipating Summer’s end
and the reassurance of the sun"
Absolute beauty you've penned here.
I have been at sea at night and watched lightning hit the water and turn the dark sea to a beautiful blue green hue. In awe of the beauty, and yet a bit fearful that my mast would be next. (it never was)
DAMN. This is a StormSpinner kind of write, for sure! Builds to a crescendo of brilliance and leaves me shaking: the power, the beauty of storm displayed in lines that blow me away. Hon, this is a KEEPER. Excellent!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
And that photo WOW Now how 'come mine aren't as stunning?????? Absolutely GORGEOUS!!!
Holy Sh- Unbelievable, the presence you display in your lines1
Your imagery floors me Tay!
I am atuned to you and wish I could write like you!
but, I will enjoy you instead!
Where in the world, did you get these thoughts/words! WOW aGAin!
A deep and lasting treasure to savor!
Thank you for sharing what YOU SEE and FEEL in a summer ending!
Warmed in Inner Peace, LOVE, Light and Wisdom! Warrior Purple Lady Sheeeoox
STay Positive!
STay SAFE!
I am still stunned by the BEAUTY and Allure of your word Tay!
Astounded! Love this deep mystical pict. as well~ Your charm is appreciated! What a blessing for our eyes!
My goodness, Taylor. The sustained imagery is fantastic here, and your use of language and diction absolutely electrifying. And I am constantly amazed that so many of those who have made life-changing discoveries in the world are thinkers from a deeply spiritual and conceptual base, too... thinking of Eddison and Addison combined here! :)) This is lavish writing that feasts the mind and the senses with a gourmet delight, yet leaves us wanting so much more. Love these lines in particular:
lightening chastises with impetuous trident…
thrusting without warning
igniting the universe with fiercest prod
wielding his caustic bolts
he sears the highest reaching limbs
jolts the depth of deep magnetic core…
and...
we are alone on this earth, you and I…
courting the tumultuous
invitation to imbibe the full force of
life’s weather…
It makes me think our minds have been on the same page recently, but that yours has dug deep whereas mine has only skimmed the surface! Truly exceptional work. Thank you, Kate xx
I got lost in the beauty of this one Taylor, like walking through a dream, gorgeous work as always.
Reviewed by Lydia Shutter (Reader)
Reviewed on August 28, 2007
I felt myself tumbling through the lines - looking for shelter from the storm. The imagery you create is nothing less than stellar. Your vocabulary is magnificent, Taylor. I had the feeling that you were talking about far more than the weather in this provocative write. As always, you leave me wanting to read your words again. Lydi***
Dear Lady - Your smooth spreading of just the right word in the best place... continues to amaze and please me. What a maarvelous span of keen thought and appreciation you spread in the work! Are you sure that you didn't fall from a gypsy's truck, and had to graow up with only plain folks around? Standout! Thank you, talented one!
- Bill
An exquisite analogy rife with superb imagery and emotional introspection. Your first strophe, Blueberry, is masterful. I was stunned at how effortlessly the mind formed the picture the writer was painting.
I also like the fact that you put no period at the end of the poem - as if to say that this process is aeonian in nature, perpetual, ageless, ceaseless ...
'we who wait in dignity' and 'reassurance of the sun' are gems in this one. Thanks for sharing an important message.
Reviewed by Butch Howard (Reader)
Reviewed on August 27, 2007
To read this piece is to experience nature's furor as it is manifested through the violence and the fearsome beauty of her storms. At the same time, you show us how this most powerful metaphor parallels the storms we face in life and how these tempests within ourselves chastize our existence. So comforting is the cleansing rain and "and the reassurance of the sun." The connection you make between the forces of mother nature and our own inner natures brilliantly reveals ourselves and the turbulent nature of life.
"we stumble…
slowly tumble…
along….
in her transient waves
purring in the lull of suspicious calm …"
This is a superlatively brilliant and moving piece of writing! No surprise but, none the less astounding.
~Butch Howard
I am comforted by your words which come together waving...waiting...to waltz me toward my first white Christmas in too many years, Thank you so much for sharing this brilliant piece...
That leaves me with peace. Jen
WOW! Every once in a while, a poem will reach out, grab and shake me like a rag doll--a poem that demands attention and it's rightful place at the top. This is one of those poems. Magnificent! Elizabeth
A powerful write my friend, wonderul rich imagery within the lines allows the poem to come alive line by line...well done, enjoyed!
Blessings,
Joyce B.
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Vickie
"rumors of thunder
mumble over the drab of mid-afternoon
gathering sinew from the hush"
A poem all by itself, and a grand beginning
for 'Rumors'. Evocative from start to finish,
the close is every bit as moving as the opening...
"anticipating Summer’s end
and the reassurance of the sun"
Masterfully crafted!!
sarah
I have been at sea at night and watched lightning hit the water and turn the dark sea to a beautiful blue green hue. In awe of the beauty, and yet a bit fearful that my mast would be next. (it never was)
Walt
This is poetic excellence in a bouquet of orchids.
In admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
splendid work..
Vesna :)
hugs,
Myrna
DAMN. This is a StormSpinner kind of write, for sure! Builds to a crescendo of brilliance and leaves me shaking: the power, the beauty of storm displayed in lines that blow me away. Hon, this is a KEEPER. Excellent!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
And that photo WOW Now how 'come mine aren't as stunning?????? Absolutely GORGEOUS!!!
Your imagery floors me Tay!
I am atuned to you and wish I could write like you!
but, I will enjoy you instead!
Where in the world, did you get these thoughts/words! WOW aGAin!
A deep and lasting treasure to savor!
Thank you for sharing what YOU SEE and FEEL in a summer ending!
Warmed in Inner Peace, LOVE, Light and Wisdom! Warrior Purple Lady Sheeeoox
STay Positive!
STay SAFE!
I am still stunned by the BEAUTY and Allure of your word Tay!
Astounded! Love this deep mystical pict. as well~ Your charm is appreciated! What a blessing for our eyes!
lightening chastises with impetuous trident…
thrusting without warning
igniting the universe with fiercest prod
wielding his caustic bolts
he sears the highest reaching limbs
jolts the depth of deep magnetic core…
and...
we are alone on this earth, you and I…
courting the tumultuous
invitation to imbibe the full force of
life’s weather…
It makes me think our minds have been on the same page recently, but that yours has dug deep whereas mine has only skimmed the surface! Truly exceptional work. Thank you, Kate xx
Grace and Peace
Ch'erie
Regis
- Bill
An exquisite analogy rife with superb imagery and emotional introspection. Your first strophe, Blueberry, is masterful. I was stunned at how effortlessly the mind formed the picture the writer was painting.
I also like the fact that you put no period at the end of the poem - as if to say that this process is aeonian in nature, perpetual, ageless, ceaseless ...
Blessings Poetess ...
Richard
Love Tinka
Very rich and colourful poem..
"we stumble…
slowly tumble…
along….
in her transient waves
purring in the lull of suspicious calm …"
This is a superlatively brilliant and moving piece of writing! No surprise but, none the less astounding.
~Butch Howard
That leaves me with peace. Jen
wash away the insults and fears
guide us safely into Fall …
Rain can truly be a marvelous thing, and it can also be so deadly. Quite a captivating poem, Taylor. And I love that graphic.
Blessings,
Joyce B.