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Thunderstorm

Azure panels fade; shed golden mane Black, celestial portents mail links chain Windows of heaven shaded darker strain Foggy panes availing beams do disdain Billowing, gray folds gilded tapestry doth stain Burgeoning spouts brackish bile to drain Reverberating drums strike dolesome refrain Streaking bolts o'er tumult wax then wane An eerie whistle howls announcing the careening train

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 9/5/2012 6:28:00 PM
A nice description of a thunder storm. We have been lucky without many storms this year. I can almost hear that train whistle blowing as the weather is changing. Nicely done. love phyl
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Date: 9/5/2012 1:10:00 PM
I am so happy to have time to read some wonderful poetry today. Glad yours was one of the pieces I was able to read Stephen. Thank you for sharing your writing with us. Love, Carol
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Date: 9/5/2012 10:31:00 AM
told as it is, Stephen, like the realistic imagery. enjoyed
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