A Storm Duet
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One day I received a SoupMail from a Mystic Rose -- "want to write something together?" How exciting, terrifying . . . it's one thing to post yourself and close your eyes . . . but to join words with another?? I said yes!! Now what . . . she wrote -- "you write something about summer and I will do winter." OK, now what . . . summer is a big topic . . . road trips, reading by the pool, kids, sun, family reunions . . . . then the idea of a storm popped into my brain and we were off and running.
If you have not co-written with another -- do it. I promise you it will be a blast, a challenge, a very rewarding experience. You also get to know another person thus enriching your own life. Working with Mystic Rose was a joy and honor -- the image that I see is the Beauty and the Beast . . . she being the Beauty -- her words are soft and flowing . . .
Thank-you Mystic Rose for being you!!
Summer Storm
The wind blows – quick, hard, fast – the hot stillness is broken
Corn stalks weave wildly as the wind marches through it rows
Dust rises to greet this invading storm
Large drops of heavy rain hit with a thud
Lightening electrifies and paints the blacking sky
Hail rips leaves from their home – a hard crack of thunder
Clouds tumbling, rolling, forming into a funnel
A loud rushing noise – a banshee scream
Trees snap, the wind-train thunders by . . . then a deep silence
Holding hands they arise from underground
Sky clearing, sun peeking through
A double rainbow appears – a promise – life . . . love
Winter Storm
The night is cold and wet, slick over bridges curving edge
The rain freezes turning sheets of ice into nature’s sculpture
Electrical power lines coated thick -- snap, taking heat away from all
Nights of darkness with candles are filled with hearts of hope
Ice storms that cripple a city and put a halt on activities
As beautiful as they are terrifying, they demand a reckoning
When January blows out fierce and February is held captive
Our human spirit tired and cold but not beaten
Prays for warmer days ahead with confidence
Nights of hearths and man made fires
Fur lined slippers and flannel robes
Better off indoors, with close kin . . . warmed with hope and love
Written in collaboration with Mystic Rose
Beautiful is the friendship of a Mystic Rose . . . sweet and warm
Copyright © David Meade | Year Posted 2014
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