rain scours intaglio sorrows
wind speaks nameless fears
lightning burns bereft hearts
thunder cracks open doom
Writer Lynne Sargent
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Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
"drink from the well of your self and begin again" ~charles bukowski
no dust here
Looking ahead, without looking back (too often)
flights of fancy from New Zealand
You're never alone, if you've something to share
All you touch and all you see / is all your life will ever be
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I am where the valleys are deep, the mountains are high, and the wind moans through trees...
rejuvenatement - not retirement
This is so powerful! Wow!
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greatly appreciate that, Amy
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You are welcome, Paul. Love, Amy
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Thanks for the reminder of last winters storms! Superb piece of work regardless.
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we shall weather on
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And yet the storms always pass leaving us to repair the damage.
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and thus learn of perseverance
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Ahh and the purpose is revealed!
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Nature can be a cruel mistress . . .
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oh, but what she gives us when she’s of a mind
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You did a good job of connecting the elements of nature with specific feelings. Your poem is timely, as I was just reading “Tom Brown’s Field Guide: Nature and Survival for Children.” I haven’t gotten far in it, but right from the get-go, he’s points out that we shouldn’t resist nature, since she always wins.
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sounds like a wise author
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Chilling. Enjoyed learning the word intaglio also. Great use of it, by the way. Very evocative.
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greatly appreciate your thoughtful comment
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Reblogged this on OUR POETRY CORNER.
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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Simply beautiful…………..
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I appreciate that
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Very powerful painting combined with the words it is great!
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thank you kindly
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Phenomenal Wow–a “wish I’d written it” one. Each word, piercing perfection.
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the 4 elements of a storm seemed to cry out for a jorio
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Indeed.
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That’s very captivating.
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so glad you liked it
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🙂
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Pure poetry excellent metaphors and analogies
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thank you most kindly, katy
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Very powerful emotions conveyed and, thus, cathartic. Really compacted depth of feelings.
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much appreciated, ellen
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Reblogged this on Poesy plus Polemics.
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Powerful 🙂
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thanks kindly, Morgan
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Rain scours intaglio sorrows
They also unearth shrouded happiness…
Love the poem:)
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Love the images; thought provoking words 🙂
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much appreciated, Adeline
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i am an easterner and may not be able to catch your drift of weather literally but the subtle succinct lines,were an amazing twist,good stuff
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thanks kindly – I’m an easterner, too, but have traveled tornado alley often
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And on a lighter note you made me look up intaglio.
😉
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