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..

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.

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

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!

Sara Etgen-Baker

Date: 3/24/2024 5:24:00 PM

just lovely words, Joe! I especially liked the last verse....and you're right. It is all about love. Have a great evening, Sara

Joe Dimino
Date: 3/26/2024 10:12:00 AM

Life is all about love...everything else is extemporaneous trivial matter. Thank you my friend. Have a blessed 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

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.