The bitter tempest smashed against the window
hissing and pushing all night
tossing up things like straw
driving the lonely moon away
The faint morn treads in softly
the trees at the bend in the path
dressed in glorious greenery
persuade to enjoy and join their dance.
Written for Sadje’s wdys and Jane’s random word poetry.
(In the early hours today we had thunderstorm and rain bringing respite from brutal heat.)
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So expressive, Punam! 💕🙂
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Thanks a lot, Harmony. 🙂
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Beautifully expressed Punam! You’ve a great gift my friend. Thanks for joining in
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Sadje, thank you so much. Truly appreciate your kind words and always a pleasure.
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You’re always welcome my dear friend
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Yes, it was such a glorious morning, Punam. Made me so happy; at the same time sad to see so many trees uprooted. Was worried for the birds, other outdoor animals and humans without shelter too.
So i stopped worrying and prayed for their well being. 🙂
Loved waking up to the furious rain. Our 15th floor rattled and shook like it would come down. Lol!!
I skipped yoga and overslept like a contented child.
Your writing is balm to my soul. ❤
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After the sound and fury, the rain was glorious, Natasha! Yes, there was destruction too…
On such days oversleeping is the best thing to do 🙂
Thanks so much.
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Your poem is as full of movement as your storm! Thanks for joining in, and for adding a fourth stormy poem to the collection!
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Thanks, Jane. Your words helped the poem along. I guess unseasonal storms all over have trickled into our thoughts.
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The weather the world over is out of kilter.
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Thanks to us and our ways.
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I wish more people would admit that ‘sigh’.
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A few more may admit but not mend their ways…
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It’s the supreme form of selfishness.
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It is…
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😦
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Rich and expresive, lovely.
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Thanks a lot, Bo.
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I like the change from dark to light. (K)
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Thanks, Kerfe.
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Such a lovely read. A destructive storm I guess. Good description here, my friend.
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Oh yes, Lamittan! Uprooted trees, tore away sheds and tin roofs…
Thanks a lot.
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Feel most welcome. Glad I got it right. 👍
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I love the contrast between the stanzas, Punam. I can hear that savage storm, and afterwards the calm. Really well-written!
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The storm was so violent that it woke me, Chris and then after the rain everything was cool and serene. Thanks a lot!
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The forces of nature can be scary. My heart goes out to the people who live in the east of our country where flooding has been disastrous.
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So they can, Chris. Some states here too have experienced flooding and it has lead to loss of life, property and livelihood.
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So sad.
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You’ve created a lovely poem to illustrate the storm and its results. So glad you are getting some respite from the heat.
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This respite was really much needed! Thanks, Heather.
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You’re welcome.
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Wow that is so nice to know after the heat which is killing. Lovely poem, Punam.
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The heat was surely killing, Kamal. Now it is cool and comfortable. Thanks a lot.
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Where are you staying Punam. Welcome dear ❤️
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Delhi, Kamal.
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Kk. Delhi must be very hot.
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It was, Kamal. But since yesterday’s rain, it is relatively cooler.
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Great to hear that Punam. It rained in Mumbai too in the morning
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the title and the lovely verses of the poem connect so much!
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Thanks so much, Kunjal.
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You wrote about storms, too! I like how the poem ended with sunlight and dancing trees.
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Thanks a lot, Merril. That’s exactly how it happened this morning, and now it’s raining again…with less drama, of course!:)
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You’re welcome. I’m glad there’s less drama now. 😊
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😊
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Beautifully written! Thank you for sharing
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Thank you, Simone.
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More extreme weather! Beautifully written, Punam. Glad you got some relief from the heat 🙏
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Everywhere the same story! Thanks so much, Ingrid. ❤️ Yes, so glad for the relief. 🙏🏼
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Wow, how lovely a poem! It truly captures a moment I readily feel, and your endnote has me feeling first the heat and then the cool rain. ❤
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Thanks a lot, Jaya. ❤️
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The green and clean after a storm makes the trees seem greener and more alive! Love the way this one unfolds!
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So it does, Val. Thanks a lot.
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wonderfully written Punam!! 💖💖
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Thanks so much, Cindy.
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Always my friend!💖
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Beautifully penned Punam. You drew an amazing picture of the storm and after.
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I am happy you enjoyed it, Usha. Thanks a lot.
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😊
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A lovely contemplation. Reminds me of many a hike through the forest in the summer. Wonderful, Punam. ❤️
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Thanks so much, Jeff! I am glad it took you back to your hiking days.
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I love how your poetry paints the weathers so beautifully!!
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Thanks so much, dear Pragalbha.
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i can almost hear and feel the thunderstorm…
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Thanks, Mich!
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Beautiful poem. KL ❤
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Thanks so much, KL. ❤️
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Great that you received the relief. Summer is killing but the evening weather seems to be joyful windy though I pray for this air daily. 😀 could feel the thunderstorm and delight of freshness from your words. In love with your poetry.
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Thanks so much, Kritika! You are lucky if it is windy every evening. Here we get that kind of relief occasionally.
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