Thunderstorms crash often

On spring nights

They carry lightening

In their back pocket

To hurl at the earth on a silly whim

Waking me

With their hearty laughter.

Texas storms are strong

I guess I never realized how much

Until I had a friend

Who wasnโ€™t from here

And the storms frightened them

Something terrible.

While me…

I am electrified…and tingled all through!

Quietly I lay and listen

Soon enough it passes.

Darkness closes in around me

Protective

The lightening becomes

No more than a firefly

The thunder,

No more than a heavy sigh

I am left

With feathered pillows and misty thoughts

It is hard to sleep then

When lovely thoughts keep me so awake

So it is that a poem begins to form

Lines and letters to take shape

But, I have no pen

…and no paper

To write them down

Arriving at a thunderous impasse

Is delightful….or delicious…

Better here

Hmm

Delicious, I think

And I move on

Only to come

To another wordy dilemma,

Endearing…or enticing…

This time I will leave my dear reader to guess….

It makes me sleepy

To wander over so many words

The poem goes unfinished

As I drift off…

…in midline….

…..and dream it all away….

When I awake sometime later

I only have a few fuzzy images

Of cozy covered porches

A gentle swing

Bare feet on soft wooden floors

And rain falling on a tin roof

Now here I am

On a soft and lazy spring day…

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ellie894 March 25, 2019

15 thoughts on “here I am…

    1. Youโ€™ve heard right, they are shy, indeed. This one must have been distracted by the spring sunshine and blooming flowers. ๐Ÿ˜‰ she must feel quite safe here. Thank you for such beautiful thoughts. ๐ŸŒท

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    1. Your thoughts are just right and have given me a warm smile. It touches my heart that you took time to share them. Yes, the photos are few and far between. Thank you…๐ŸŒท

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  1. I often depict the scene of you sitting on your lovely swing on a late summer evening, indulging yourself in the glorious sunset. Like the similar scene I encountered when reading and watching The Bridges of Madison County. The one that involved Francesca. It touches me so that the image of you and the white swing looks so close to my imagination. Did you know that you look beautiful…โค๏ธ

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    1. Oh, thank you Isabelle, more than I can say. The swing is such a favorite place of mine. Just this week the trees above have changed from bare branches to sweet spring greens. The early leaves are always so pretty. And Bridges of Madison County, I love the book and the movie both very much. That this would bring something so lovely to mind gives me a warm soft smile. Thank you for such beautiful thoughts, you are so dear Isabelle โค๏ธ

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    1. Oh yes, everything seems to have come to life after that last storm. The scent of the rain in the morning is fresh and wonderful. And, thank you ๐Ÿ˜Š ๐ŸŒฆ๐ŸŒบ

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