The evening floats in on the down of a dove wing
Fledgling birds are huddled all cozy in their nest,
while the blizzard- like storm crept in unnoticed
Shielded in a makeshift bunker, I marvel at how brief,
yet so powerful the storm played out
My heart skips a beat with every thunder trumpet
My hands fall from my ears as I search the
magnificent sky for signs of turquoise
Here in the quiet aftermath I listen for the
last wind of the day to soften.
The rules this time are you must use all 10 of the words given with any tense of the word .
The words are... CREPT, COZY, DOWN, NEST, BUNKER, BRIEF, MARVEL, OVERCAST, BLIZZARD, PLAYED.
a marvelous pic and the atmosphere reaches into your words..i love thunderstorms..
ReplyDeletenice...i love a good storm...the raw passion and energy of it...i stand on the deck and watch them...
ReplyDeleteLovely poem,once again you hit a home run with words so perfect.
ReplyDeleteYou made me "experience" the thunderous nature of this storm, Helena... followed by the dead calm...
ReplyDeleteYour words evoked a sense of dread in me... gave me goosebumps really... VERY WELL WRITTEN!!
there seemed such a peacefulness at the end, but i guess after the storm it is easy to let go off the tension felt during the storm. i do though worry a bit about the bird...
ReplyDeleteWow Helena, nicely done !!
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This is so great, you have the ability to make it real. I felt and heard the thunder while reading. Thank you for the beautiful comments on mine... Susie
ReplyDeleteAnother wonderful post of yours, Helena
ReplyDeleteA beautiful sense of stormy breath in this poem! And the last line is such a beautiful wind-down!
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