I had read this post the other day and asked permission to post it to our group. I hope all of you like it as I did.
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Storm Clouds
posted with permission by debra g.
June 19, 2007 11:18 PM EDT (Updated: June 20, 2007 12:31 AM EDT)
Storm Clouds
Another storm is blowing this way
A fitting end to this dreadful day.
Big, bold, grey storm clouds
Blanketing the sky in tones too loud.
Wild and wooly prairie wind,
Whipping tree and bending limb
Moving all with its wrath
Capturing all within its path.
Winds whirling and swirling, turning me around and about
Pushing me and pulling me, turning me inside out.
Winds flowing wildly through my skin’s pores
Then oozing out through wide open doors.
Storming clouds and swirling winds surrounding me and consuming me
Absorbing feelings I don’t want to see.
Storming clouds and whirling winds merging into one with me
Becoming more than I can bear to be.
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(This is my first effort at poetry and my first publishing of poetry to a group. But I have thick skin and would appreciate comments, good and bad. Thanks in advance. My next goal is to begin to comment others writing!)
debra:)
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Comments: 9
I greatly enjoyed your comments and explanation re Debra's contribution. It set me to ondering about Joys and Sorrows with poetic minds reflecting upon such conditions.
I'm an old member of the gather.com family, and through the years I have been 'reading, 'righting, and ruminating' about a very limited number of topics in which I have most deep interests. Those interests center around politics, philosophy, theology, and science for the most part. I rarely wander off those 'ranches'.
Recently though I have sought some relief and have permitted myself to do some bouncing around -- hither and thither -- with great benefit, I do believe. A few days ago I found a 'path' to your present, and then past, works OF ART. I am most grateful for my good fortune. Some of your earlier works like (1) 'Just A Stranger', and (2) 'I Knew Yesterday' , gripped me as I 'ruminated' about my past and enveloping future. I've lived for many, many years. I'm 84 years old.
I have always been a lover of good music and some good poetry, but in recent years with the WORLD as it is and possibly becoming, I have 'lost my art driven enthusiasms' -- but not fully. Your more recent contributions have titles that suggest a set of foci aimed at JOY. Joys in us striving human beings is much needed to glimpse solidly at WORLD PEACE PROSPECTS.
Last Christmas I got a gift from one of my very grown up daughters. It was a CD prepared by STING, subtitled 'Songs from the Labyrinth'. The instrumental music was presented in the Renaissance Style (with accompanying voices too, of course) with the instruments of premier choice being the LUTE. The first presentation musically by the artists was given in six stanzas and was titled : "CAN SHE EXCUSE MY WRONGS". I quote the first introductory stanza here:
"Can she excuse my wrongs with Virtues cloak?
Shall I call her good when she proves unkind?
Are those clear fires which vanish into smoke?
Must I praise the leaves where no fruit I find?"
Substituting (easily) a shift in gender (for balance and truth) one starts to see and know that beauty is present in those word offerings written by John Dowland (1563-1626). All is very Shakespearian-Like. ALL, very heartfelt! And most beautiful! Something like the grand simplicities in your two offerings I've noted above. It was the great philosopher of the 20th Century, Alfred North Whitehead, who noted that paths to REALITY are those artistic paths that start with a deep but simple awareness of the natures of 'human tragic beauty'.
Thank you Sara (Stop and Enjoy Life).
Dick