WRITTEN BY TWINDADDY AND HASTYWORDS
In the distance there are angry storms
Approaching slow and steady, raging
They are rolling out plush ebony carpets
Upon a bright and sunny sky, infecting
Negative forces and energies build, waiting
Dark promises of a looming deluge, raining
Irritabilities doing their best to block light
The sun’s piercing rays rendered useless, defeated
The aftermath is harrowing, frightening
The wreckage left behind lasting, daunting
Thunder and lightening ridicule us as they pass
Their unrivaled power mocking us all, taunting
Black clouds roll towards the western horizon
Electric bolts light up the darkened sky
Towards the east the sun emerges, triumphant
Bathing us all in its tranquilizing warmth
In the distance we watch the storms, passed by
They have been absent for some time, gone
But they are still seen, sometimes still heard
But now, instead of turmoil and defeat
We see the beauty of survival and victory
HASTYWORDS 
As usual . . . breathtakingly beautiful!
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Nature is love… love is nature… awesome…
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Hey, TD, I’m posting our poem.
Oh, cool! Thanks for the heads up! I’ll post it, too!
Sigh…
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Thanks for the heads up!! *rolls eyes*
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It worked.
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You two write so well together.
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Thank you, Susan. Care to try your hand at poetry?
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Oh, stop. My part sucked. It’s only cool by association.
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Don’t sigh at me!!
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That’s it, buster. You’re in trouble now.
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You’re cut off.
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EXACTLY!
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Um, alcohol?
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I’d love to. We did talk about this before and then, summer, meh. After this weekend I’ll have much more free time to get back to writing. Do you want to start one and send it to me?
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You can, if you have an idea. My idea well is kinda dry at the moment.
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Okay…leave it with me. I’ll put my thinking cap on (as my mom always says) and maybe a glass of wine will inspire me when I get home. 🙂
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Ha! I’ve already started. Hurry and catch up!
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Haha…I’ll be home in about an hour and a half. Not sure if I can catch up that quickly!
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Sigh…Try anyway.
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First glass half in…..waiting for the magic to happen. 🙂
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Lol.
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If slow brain death saturated in wine is magic….I’m all over it!!
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Woooooot!
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Well, the wine didn’t help….now I just want to go to sleep. 😦
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Ha! It does that sometimes. Maybe an idea will strike me.
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Exceptionally written!
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Not robbing an iota of brilliance from the poets which they rightly deserve but the photograph at the top epitomizes a famous quote too and i.e. “A photograph speaks a thousand words!” May I know who was ‘the poet’ there?
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I already venerate your literary skills but I guess this shot has ‘clicked’ for you in getting you a fan for your photography skills too!! Superb photograph! Congrats!
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Reblogged this on tot123itsme.
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Your writing has been changing?
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