Sleep didn’t come easy last night. And the GeGe needs her beauty
sleep I can tell you that. As metaphor is always to my liking, I
wondered if any of you think of the outside weather as something
that happens within you? LIke.. what does the thunder of you
have to say? Or, a light spring rain? Pull in what seems
outside of you, within you, and let those feelings give
you information. What’s stirring your Spring thunder?
The house rocked last night it wasn’t Pink Floyd or Bruce Sprinstein, It wasn’t Jimi Hendrix on the gittar. It wasn’t the Rolling Stones It was the hard roll of Spring Thunder shakin’ the house down I wanted to like it. I wanted to let the crash and bang of it fill me up with its sky jive. Quiver the timber of me Watch the zig and zag of lightening rip the darkness apart I wanted to feel the charge of Thunder pillow talk me up. The house rocked last night and rolled the dog beneath the sheets Pressed his trembles and shudder into my body. He panted his desperation all over me. I covered my head with a pillow It talked to me in quiet trembles. It spoke to memories of when storms and love rocked and shook the house down.
Fantastical Geezer Girl!! As e-bay would say… A+++++
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I envy you your thunder, my friend. My house has been without it for many a year now; both inside and out is as quiet as the fall of the constant, slow, steady drizzle of rain from morning to night.
Your words always speak to my heart for, when I read them, you are here with me.
Your Jo
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loved this… so vibrant and humorous with a poignant twist. I felt sorry for the poor pooch…
wonderful!
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good stuff for metaphors that thunder and lightening . . ‘I wanted to like it, I wanted to let the crash and bang of it fill me up’ . . . love it!!!!!!!!! the sensual raw power and the hesitation to grab onto it . . ‘I wanted to, but . . ??’ Is it too risky, too powerful, too intense to let it take its hold? Are we too wise, too experienced, too socialized, too cynical, too timid,God forbid too old to give that timber over to what we know is too hard to recover if we let it have its way and shake the core of us to our very foundations?? Maybe at day’s long end, we’re just too tired, after all!!??
Very powerful stuff, your poetry!! I love the thunder and storms, but I have to admit for whatever reason, this storm (maybe driving home through it after standing all evening at a very nice uplighting occasion) gave me a headache today! Maybe its the gray day that followed. The lightening and thunder brings me back to the song, Night Moves by Bob
Seeger Michigan artist right?? Love that song -‘working on our night moves, trying to make some front page teenage drive-in news . . . . . waited on the thunder,’ It was so synchronistic to have driven right into your place last night. I’ll keep reading your poetry -I am very impressed with your ability to pound something out like that – nice repetition, mood, word sounds – the dog’s trembles – the house’s timbers. Keep on writing girl!! Love Patti
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this is a game changer…..tight bright and tempo perfect…
Doug
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