Twister
The scent of jasmine hung heavy in the still night air Soothing and assuasive Peace had descended on the carnage of the day The rage came unmasked and bare Showing its teeth Fear engulfed all on its path The remains of the day scattered for miles Bricks and mortar Splintered wood from ancient trees Personal belongings One constant sign of normalcy Water cascading timelessly Oblivious to the wrath of a twister Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing © Sue Vincent's Weekly Write/Photo - Cascade Word of the Day - Jasmine RDP - Unmask FOWC - Rage
I love the smell of jasmine. I must remember to plant one in my newish garden.
Yes! Plus a gardenia … the fragrance is wonderful ☺️
Lovely. I’m now suffering from Garden envy! Lol.
Some things seem immutable, even before Nature’s power.
Beautifully told, Christine.
Thanks Sue! I really appreciate it 🙂
Perfectly done Christine
Thank you Sadje 😊💕
A pleasure dear
Beautiful…the way you brought all the prompts together highlighting nature’s constancy. 🙂💞
Aww, thank you Punam 🥰
You are welcome, dear. 🙂
Very powerful. I have never experienced any extreme weather, except a horrible hurricane a long time ago. I think 1985 or so.
Thank you Christine. Hurricanes are scary aren’t they? 😕
Yes, but I have to say we have been very lucky. We moved pretty far inland so even when we get them they aren’t as bad as where I grew up near the shore.
a storm can be so devastating, the calm after is so eerie
Yes, like being in shock 😢
Brilliant expression of frustration seeking for peace. Excellent iece, Christine!
Thank you so much Beckie 😘
The pleasure was all mine. You are so very welcome. 😁
Wow! You really captured that one!!! Twisters are really sneaky and deadly!! Bellissimo, Christine!!
Gorgeous writing Christine