Charmed Chaos
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And the Rains Came…
“If people were seasons, she’d be monsoon. After every downpour, the garden laughed like her, wild and free.”
― Meeta Ahluwalia
Summer monsoons come rolling in every night
offering a respite from harsh intense heat
As lightning and thunder light up desert skies
fat drops of hot rain fall to offer relief
Mourning doves rush from swaying trees, taking flight
Seeking a refuge from the resounding beat
I sit on my porch as the wind swirls around
creating tornados of leaves from the ground
I watch as the storm builds with tremendous force
grateful to be witness as nature takes course
While the gods play with this earth without remorse
©2022 Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s Note: Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar where Grace is asking us to write an Eleventh Power poem. The Eleventh Power is an invented stanzaic form introduced by Christina Jussaume who requests the subject be uplifting. The elements of the Eleventh Power are:
- stanzaic, written in any number of 11 line stanzas.
- syllabic, 11 syllables each.
- rhymed, rhyme scheme abababccddd or ababababccc.
I love our summer storms here in Arizona!
Linda Lee Lyberg is a wife, mother, artist, published poet and author. She resides in Mesa, AZ with her husband Pete (aka The Big Viking) of 26 years and their latest rescue, Jackson “Jax” Lyberg. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. You can read more of her works at: charmedchaos.com and view anthologies containing her work here: Amazon Author Page
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A respite from the summer heat, thankfully. What a view it must be from your porch.
Love the quote, poetry form and I can relate to witnessing them too. Alas the Gods are just playing with earth, smiles.
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Thanks much Grace!
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This is absolutely stellar writing, Linda 😀 I can picture those mourning doves as they “rush from swaying trees, taking flight.” ❤❤
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Thank you so much Sanaa.
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A wonder take on the mighty storm! Loved it…. especially the last line 😉
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Thank you kindly.
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Really lovely denouement, like how the storm whirled around the porch and you sat there, enraptured..
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Thank you Ain.
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Linda, I enjoyed every bit of this from your opening image, to the epigram, to your poem, to your musical selection.
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Thank you so much Lisa!
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You’re welcome, Linda ❤
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Superb imagery Linda , and you’ve introduced me to a new and interesting poem format
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Thank you Ivor!
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This is lovely and so evocative of the phenomenon you describe.
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Thank you!
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I can feel it!
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I love this! A dangerous storm is being described, but oddly a welcomed one.
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Thank you!
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As I watch rain and thunder outside, I so agree gods do play with us! Fantastic imagery.
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Thank you!
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You are welcome.
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I could feel the fluttering of the doves! Outstanding, Linda.
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Thank you!
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