dark clouds hidden away
behind picturesque mountains
beneath seemingly perfect sky
internal storm brewing…
My words will either attract a strong mind or offend a weak one.
dark clouds hidden away
behind picturesque mountains
beneath seemingly perfect sky
internal storm brewing…
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Feel better. And try to get some rest.
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If only that easy. Thank you for your concern. Much appreciated.
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Get well soon! 🙂
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Thank you.
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I think a lot of humans have dark clouds that brews beneath the peripheries of our lives and only the brave tackle it head on as your are tackling yours. I like how you spoke succinctly with not so many words.
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No use avoiding the inevitable. In real life I am even more concise. Thanks for the positive feedback Jacq.
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You are most welcome 🙂
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May sunshine eventually send the dark clouds on the run! May that internal storm make way for internal peace and joy!
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I hope so too. I’ve been chasing after good weather all my life. Maybe one day I catch it.
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The time has come to catch it. Many who did not chase as hard and as brilliantly as you caught it. Why shouldn’t you? There is a time for everything. Each one’s time comes differently. Your time is now. Believe. Don’t doubt. Doubting is what keeps it away. Believe it has come even if you do not see it. It will manifest. I know what I am talking about. And when you see that small sign, acknowledge it and continue to believe and work. Blessings.
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I thank you for your inspiring and encouraging words.
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Yeah.. I can relate. I think my head sometimes is like a salad spinner 😀
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We feel and care a lot maybe that’s why.
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Yes indeed. But I would not like it any other way.
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I don’t know any better.
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🙂
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a beautiful poem about a hidden storm. Not something that one would think would camouflaged. I like the way you flipped this prompt. 🙂
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I’m off topic then? 😀 It’s so hard for me to write because on the instructions they talk about hiding, mask, smoke screen… And I’m an honest transparent person and I don’t wear mask (which put me in troubles countless times) I struggled with the concept.
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Yeah I had trouble with this one too. Plus I already did a piece on masks and I hate repeating myself. So I shoe horned it into the piece I was already writing for today.
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I’ll check it later.
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if you want to, if not I understand
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Oh, it always a pleasure reading your work, only I’m cooking right now and I have to keep focus because I tend to forget everything lately.
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oh ok, my post is a blockbuster 😉 I understand about cooking! If I do anything else while cooking, I burn something 😉
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Your posts are worth reading. Yeah burning kitchens and food will be added to my specialties soon.
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I almost set my kitchen on fire last night while melting chocolate. Some of it dripped onto the grate and I didn’t notice until a little tongue of flame jumped from range to grate to the bottom of my pot. I just stared at it and kept stirring my chocolate since it was doing no harm. 😉
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My son was also like that. Fascinated by flames. One time I smelt/smelled smoke in his room but when I knocked and he opened even at close examination I didn’t find anything related to fire. But I know for sure he was burning something there.
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I did put it out when I had melted the chocolate. I just didn’t want to ruin the batch.
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I can picture it in my mind.
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I was so tired at that point that the flame was kind of entertaining as it burned the chocolate. 😉 It was a bob ross kind of flame and I kept hearing him in my head talking about painting a happy flame 😉 I have issues I know. 😉
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I don’t know that flames have names 😀 Seriously, his paintings have a science fiction/fantasy qualities in it. Like rendered photographs. Perfect for your book covers.
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Exactly! I loved his paintings. He would have called it a happy flame and he’d have painted it on a canvas right there while he continued melting chocolate. There was nothing that man couldn’t do. 😉
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Is he single 😉
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he died in 1995; if he had lived, he’d be the same age as my dad 😦
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Oh! Sorry about that. But then again I would love to see Erik The phantom, spend time with him and I’m still in love with River Phoenix.
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ah yes River Phoenix and the Phantom…I wonder what he’d paint in their company, not happy trees that’s for certain!
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Ha, ha ha! It’s good that we’re only cyber classmates. I think you will hate me in person. Me and my depressing thoughts and strange preferences.
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I hate no one. I’m really boring in person. I’m a quiet loner. I think you’d walk away bored after 2 minutes. 😉
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I never done that yet_ walking away from quiet people. I tend to walk away from noisy on my face bragging individuals. They remind me of bells and change/coins and why they make so much sounds.
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agreed 😉 I get annoyed with the “me, me, me” people who send loooong text messages about their lives and then tack on at the very end, as if as an after thought, or because they feel they should ask how am I when they don’t care at all.
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Funny, my son was talking about it the other day. Someone sending him emails with citations and all but he said when you really take apart the message, it boils down to nothing.
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exactly. 🙂
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Your poems are powerful enough to feel what you’re going through. Try to be happy, your daughter will be married soon and your son is twenty-five, it is time for you to think of them and enjoy your time with them. All the best to you. Merry Christmas and a happy new year 2016.
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You’re one of the best. I ‘ll try.
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Thank you. 🙂
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Words and image that captivate. Thank you.–Christopher
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Merry Christmas Chris. May all your wishes be granted. Take care.
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