Two Storms

two storms rode through town last week one bombastic in oratory: fist-shaking, fiery-eyed, finger-pointing, thundering as an Old Testament prophet one timid of speech: a lamb at rest in bucolic pasture, misty, dewy, gentle as the silent 'g' in benign both storms calming frayed nerves of neurotic grasses satisfying deep roots in stoic forests, filling rills and rivers that carry life to valleys, plains and deserts each replenishing a thirsty sea

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Laura Leiser

Date: 12/8/2023 4:09:00 PM

Love the creative way you approach how truth is imparted in this most excellent poem, John! I always relish reading your latest poetry…like opening a new gift! :)

John Watt
Date: 12/8/2023 6:55:00 PM

Thank you, dear friend! Very kind of you to think of reading my latest lines as akin to opening a gift. I so appreciate you, and your affirmation always means a lot. God bless you ~ John

Silent One

Date: 12/7/2023 4:12:00 AM

So great to see you posting.. This is a deep analogy and profound also... you expressed your philosophy really well..

John Watt
Date: 12/8/2023 1:55:00 PM

Thank you, SO. It means a lot to me that you would read and comment and acknowledge my lengthy absence. You are right in observing this as a philosophical statement; truth may come to us as an earthquake or as a whisper, but it is still truth, and we humans thirst for it. Hope you enjoy your weekend ~ John

Tom Cunningham

Date: 12/6/2023 9:56:00 PM

Love how you compare the two storms John but each one playing it's part in sustaining life to parched vegetation. Hope your week is going well. Tom

John Watt
Date: 12/8/2023 1:56:00 PM

Tom, I'm always grateful for your support and thoughtful notes. I hope you are healing up nicely from your recent surgery. Best wishes ~ John