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A little meditation on autumn winds, where nature’s music turns into a metaphor for love, renewal, and the quiet breath of life. winds sing ...

Wednesday, September 16, 2015

Cumulonimbus

You barged in.
Like a violent storm.
And a raging chaos followed.
The walls of my heart faltered.
Bursts of lightning
Filtered through the cracks
Setting me ablaze.
Lulled by thunderous claps,
I found my peace.
Ravaged by the tempest,
Saved, too.

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10 comments:

  1. TMWHickmanSeptember 16, 2015 at 2:57 PM

    So vivid! I could picture the heart of the storm.

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  2. E.E. RawlsSeptember 16, 2015 at 10:03 PM

    The title drew me in. I love storms, and the imagery here brings the storm alive in my mind.

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsSeptember 17, 2015 at 6:26 PM

      This is so nice to hear. I am glad I could bring the storm alive.

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  3. UnknownSeptember 17, 2015 at 4:20 AM

    Vivid and powerful.

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  4. UnknownSeptember 17, 2015 at 8:35 AM

    So intrigued by the violence/peace imagery. "Lulled by thunderous claps."

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  5. kalpana solsiSeptember 17, 2015 at 10:34 AM

    Learnt a new word in the vocabulary.

    The imagery of the thunderstorm is clearly etched
    .
    http://ideasolsi65.blogspot.in/2015/09/behemoth-ego.html?m=1

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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.

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