You say . . .
. . .there’s a cold front moving through
clouds rush overhead
flashes of silvery light
passing from one tree to the next
one empty blue patch
catches the sun
& throws it down onto earth
for all to see
I say . . .
. . . there’s a cold front moving through
now reflections disappear
as if never there before
I can still see the leftovers
& my only remaining sky
. . . there’s a cold front moving through
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Joan! Your words are wonderful…but when I scrolled down and saw the picture…I could feel them in my bones! A wonderful pairing that makes me ask…which came first words? or photo? Brrrr! Awesome skills 🙂
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Thank you Marsha ~ allowing myself to get swept up to the sky!
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Beautifully crafted
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Jacquie thanks for your kind words. We are forever confronted with immediate changes in our lives ~ somehow storms tear thru! ~ but we sometimes survive & rebuild like never before ~~
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You certainly bring intensity and “color” to an impending change whether it be weather or something else. Wonderful metaphor that keeps the reader on edge, waiting..pondering. Great write, Joanie!
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Thank you for reading and sharing tonight~! Glad you enjoyed it!
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lovely…
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Thank you Ermie for visiting my blog and I'm so glad you enjoyed my poem. Thank you!
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WRITING NOTES:
I was traveling on the road and saw flashes of silver light pass over the trees as I rounded the curves. Then I noticed it about three more times, looking up I saw that the cold front line was near. There was only one opening in the sky – and there the sunlight passed through…. reminded me of love lost and gained! I pulled over onto the shoulder and wrote my poem and shot the photo! I love going for a drive — never know what you can find or imagine!
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This is so beautiful and daunting… I'm really glad I stumbled across your blog this evening. 🙂
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Thanks for visiting and so glad you enjoyed the poem.
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Brian, I was reflecting on love and how it changes. And in one moment somehow it can be gone, lost & unrecoverable?? –like a storm approaching. One might have a sense that change is taking place but maybe not until it is too late!
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Thanks Lori, so glad you enjoyed the read.
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I usually like to see the blue sky with a touch of optimism and warmth, but it's hard after reading your poem – you have communicated the chill well.
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now reflections disappear
as if never there before
I can still see the leftovers…this section is really evocative…and opens it up as well to something more than just the weather…smiles.
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I like your use of the word leftovers and the repetition you use. It adds to the chill. I could feel your coldfront moving through 🙂
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