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Friday, April 29, 2011

Storm Is A Brewin'


I can smell the rain
Well before other senses
Discern the coming
Of advancing storms

Odor of fresh earth
So pungent; it is tasted
Hangs heavily
Afterward, rain falls in sheets

Curtain of water
Fall here to shield me from view
Far from prying eyes
Privacy penetrators

I predict in you
A brewing storm of the kind
Most never witness
Nor should sane men wish to see

Tornado-Tempest
Spiraling cloud - Killing wind
Will destroy this house
Resurrected never more

I feel the increase
Breezes whipped up to strong gusts
The storm is upon us
Go now, run to safety ... hide
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  1. oil painting classesApril 30, 2011 at 1:12 AM

    I like your poem! Thanks for sharing this!...Daniel

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  2. K. C. NashJune 24, 2011 at 9:20 PM

    Thank you for your kind words, Daniel. Your positive comments helped to encourage me to continue writing and posting poetry. There were many days when I wondered if anyone was enjoying the blog.

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