Thunder Storm to Woodland Nook

Thunder Storm to Woodland Nook …

thunder storm to woodland nook
Clouds almost unable to hold back coming rains …

Softly he whispered her name,
a thunder storm was building in the distance,
she awoke and held out her arms to him,
the air began heating up, storm coming closer,
as tension built like passions of lovers,
came the thunder storm to woodland nook.

Slowly thunder rolled in,
like waves upon a peaceful sea,
gently carressing sands of time,
each touch of wave almost unbearable,
stirring up layers deeper, ever deeper,
friction giving rise to the heat,
sounds of thunder louder as if the sea
became turbulent, sending waves more urgently,
one after another, building up to a pulsing crescendo.

Clouds gathering, almost unable to hold back the coming rains,
an agonizing wait for release to burst forth,
a lightening bolt shouts out in the storm’s climax,
another calls out in unison,
as the rains come to sate the tension.

Cooling rains bring calmness to spent energy,
as lovers lay entwined as one,
sheltered in joyful bliss and eternal love,
in wake of the storm.
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thunder storm to woodland nook
Woodland nook …

© 2019 Phyllis Doyle Burns

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Phyllis Doyle Burns

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I have always liked to write.It is important to me that writing comes from my heart and soul. When writing poetry, if I do not feel a spiritual connection to what I am writing on, I will discard it and go on to something I can connect with on a spiritual level. I live in the moment, I write from the past or beyond the veil. When writing fiction I go with whatever inspires me at the moment - it could be funny, sorrowful, romantic or sometimes done with the use of colloquial language from mountain folk or other cultural regions. Thank you for visiting.
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Phyllis Doyle Burns

I have always liked to write. It is important to me that writing comes from my heart and soul. When writing poetry, if I do not feel a spiritual connection to what I am writing on, I will discard it and go on to something I can connect with on a spiritual level. I live in the moment, I write from the past or beyond the veil. When writing fiction I go with whatever inspires me at the moment - it could be funny, sorrowful, romantic or sometimes done with the use of colloquial language from mountain folk or other cultural regions. Thank you for visiting.

4 thoughts on “Thunder Storm to Woodland Nook

  • March 26, 2019 at 9:37 AM
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    Loved this Phyllis – reminded me of so many years ago with my girl – in the woods — in the rain….

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    • March 26, 2019 at 1:59 PM
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      Ah! Ha ha ha! I knew you would like this, Kurt. Those were the days, my friend, we thought they’d never end …

      Thank you so much. I appreciate your read and comment.Take care.

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  • March 30, 2019 at 3:53 PM
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    Phyllis I enjoyed the way your poem moved me through the images of this romantic meeting. Well written verse. Thank you for sharing. Jamie

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    • March 30, 2019 at 4:13 PM
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      Thank you so much, Jamie. I am glad you enjoyed it. Hope all is well with you and the children. Take care.

      Reply

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