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Storm on the Horizon
ReplyDeleteBronze pink and blue color the sky
As I walk through the lush green forest
Soft moss covers the ground becomes slippery
As moisture fills the air...light sprinkles of rain fall
As I walk through the lush green forest
Signs of an impending storm materialize
As moisture fill the air...light sprinkles of rain fall
Animals move to find shelter as
Signs of an impending storm materialize
An electrical current permeates the atmosphere
Animals move to find shelter as
The low rumble of thunder fills the air
An electrical current permeates the atmosphere
My body comes alive with anticipation when
The low rumble of thunder fills the air
I await the pending storm with excitement
My body comes alive with anticipation when
As moisture fill the air...light sprinkles of rain fall
I await the pending storm with excitement
Bronze pink and blue color the sky.
I love it. No soft moss on that route though. I've described it like a road from Mad Max where it's broken asphalt and gravel. LOL.
DeleteI love your impending storm and how your body becomes alive with anticipation. This is a beautiful pantoum. I sense the coming rain in the picture also. But I took a different turn on it.
Deletesunrise, such a special time of day
ReplyDeletelaying at the net entrance of my tent
the smells of delightful pines permeate the air
I wear my long johns thinking about hot coffee
laying at the net entrance of my tent
the first birds sing their morning song
I wear my long johns thinking about hot coffee
the embers of last night campfire still glow
the first birds sing their morning song
I long for hot coffee so I slip into my jeans
the embers of last nights campfire still glow
they blow into flames as I add twigs
I long for hot coffee so I slip into my jeans
beans and marshmallows shall be my breakfast
they blow into flames as I add twigs
with pen in hand I sketch the scene in my journal
beans and marshmallows shall be my breakfast
as the smell of coffee fills the forest air
with pen in hand I sketch the scene in my journal
when I noticed the red sky and remembered the old saying
as the smell of coffee fills the forest air
I think about staying here another day
when I noticed the red sky and remembered the old saying
red sky in morning, sailors take warning
I think about staying here another day
to play and write poetry and write in my journal
red sky in morning sailors take warning
if it rains camping wouldn't be any fun
to play and write poetry and write in my journal
so I buried my fire and gathered my things
if it rains camping wouldn't be any fun
the sky always tells the story
so I buried my fire and gathered my things
the smell of delightful pines permeate the air
the sky always tells the story
sunrise, such a special time of day
awesome! you set the scene with all the sights and sounds and smells wonderfully! i felt as if was part of it as I read.
DeleteThank you so much!!!
DeleteYou really do put me right into the scene. Awesome pantoum. I do have a problem with two of the lines. The made me laugh out loud but I don't think that was your intention:
Deletebeans and marshmallows shall be my breakfast
they blow into flames as I add twigs
Sounds like the beans and marshmallows are blowing into flames, or maybe farting. LOL
I am still hoping to get a better poem, but here's a haiku to hold me over just in case:
ReplyDeleteSunrise bruises the sky
so hard it punches my gut
takes my breath away
wow! quite powerful and visual.... I'm still laughing over the visual you gave us in Linda's poem with the marshmallow's farting. i hadn't seen that until you said it... :-)
DeleteWell, I was picturing the marshmallows bursting into flames and I couldn't leave out the beans. LOL toot, toot...
DeleteAwesome haiku. I loved it!!!
DeleteI love to watch the
ReplyDeletesun at this time of day
the air feels
so cool and peaceful
serene so soft and mellow
smells like flowers
and pine and grass
where I have bruised it
with my bottom as I
sit and watch the
sun go down.
I'm impressed. Two poems from my picture when I barely got one. Actually I hate writing ekphrastic poetry. Not sure why.
DeleteCurious about your line break in the first line. Breaking a line with a "the" doesn't tend to work. maybe move "sun" up to the first line.
you paint a pretty peaceful scene with this poem
ReplyDeleteInto the Night
ReplyDeleteThe bright sky blooms brilliant
blackening the trees with contrast.
Fiery fingers reach into the blaze
to bring back the day,
to encapsulate
the sinking glory
before it vanishes into dusk
and becomes a breath
of tomorrow’s dawn.
very pretty poem! I love the visuals. you brought you brought the prompt to life.
Deletenicely done. I especially like lines 3 and 4. great imagery.
DeleteThank you bot for reading and commenting. It was a great picture!
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