In the early morning, early summer before hydrogen bakes all the time.
The temperature is perfectly weathered and my billowing thoughts climb cumulonimbus to stratospheres of barely expressible joy as ideas, anvil-like rise and begin drifting state-to-state, across the plain.
My air is tempered and flowing warm oceans of ideas and stirrings around, the sky beyond is alive azure blue to the Azores and arced to Carolina.
Breathless my wind makes no sound as delight increases from the east and flashes of inspiration cross synapse to stratus and flashing back.
Storms beautiful and powerful slipstream across my soul beckoning washing with renewal and growth of my life below.
This front must surely pass another direction but now the air is sweet to taste and joyfully wets the lips.
Hi, agoodguy2have, Thank you for sharing flashes of inspiration cross synapse to stratus and flashing back. And, thanks, too, to Redex for inspiring such lovely verse. Look out for those thunderstorms!
caroljoyceManchester, Greater Manchester, England UKJun 18, 2010
What a stunningly happy, beautiful poem; as gnj4u says, well done to Redex for the inspiration.
fresh air blowing in the wind comes a time of stormy weather. blue skies morning dew sunny afternoon deja vu, over and over again in the sunshine of my love...have you ever seen the rain comin' down a sunny day...nice write suffolk...
andrew149Southbourne, nr.Bournemouth, Dorset, England UKJun 19, 2010
Nice one GG2H, A lot of cloud cover, but still the sun is shining through...........Andrew.
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across my soul beckoning washing with
renewal and growth of my life below', stunning imagery, thank you!!!
Thank you for sharing flashes of inspiration cross synapse to stratus and flashing back. And, thanks, too, to Redex for inspiring such lovely verse. Look out for those thunderstorms!