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Thunder

"Be still my heart!" 
The thunder, the splatter, 
all the drenching liquid matter -- 

then the storm passes, 
and out come beautiful lasses,  
clipping roses for bonnets, 
choosing beaus for dearer sonnets -- it's really about love --

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Silent One Date: 3/25/2024 7:51:00 AM Great analogy Joe.. Login to Reply Joe Dimino Date: 3/26/2024 10:02:00 AM Hi Si; thank you so much. Have a great day!

Hilda Greenhough Date: 3/24/2024 9:51:00 PM I love both sides of this poem; the rain, and the sun. It is very happy. Login to Reply Joe Dimino Date: 3/26/2024 10:08:00 AM God makes nothing that one can not clear to innate beauty -- the mote is in our own eyes -- reality is what we see, will into being -- unconsciously mostly, for no sane person could admit such knowledge, and bear the responsibility of his share of horrific world grief.

Andrea Dietrich Date: 3/24/2024 7:42:00 PM A unique approach to thunder and very enjoyable read Login to Reply Joe Dimino Date: 3/26/2024 10:10:00 AM Thank you, Andrea; just trying a different approach. So pleased you enjoyed my version. Have a great day!

Anne-Lise Andresen Date: 3/24/2024 1:29:00 PM - A strong love ... tender kisses ("the storm passes") ... lovely written, Joe - Have a nice Easter :) - hugs Login to Reply Joe Dimino Date: 3/26/2024 10:14:00 AM My wife, Ila, lived in Newfoundland for a spell. Said the most darling things in the world are pansies blossoming up through the snow. Joe Dimino Date: 3/24/2024 1:56:00 PM Such a precious time of year. Does Norway get lots of flowers blooming around Easter, as is common in most of America, or is it still a bit too cold? -- hugs.