Trees creaked and cracked in the howling wind
And still I was drawn to the eye of that mysterious storm
Called by a sweet mellifluous tune within
Amidst all the chaos and havoc I found tranquility
As my metamorphosis began
May we find the calm within the storm and ride it to better days
For Colleen’s weekly challenge
Synonyms for transition and harmony
This is a great poem, Jude.
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Thank you Roberta. I’m glad you like it 💛🌼
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Reminds me of ‘If’. Nice one, Jude 🙂
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Thank you Chris 😊
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That’s a good wish, Jude, and beautiful words. (K)
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Thank you K. I’m happy you like this
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I am very ready for the calm after this storm!
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Yeah I’m trying to be too
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Just lovely! I can relate to that feeling: calm in the middle of the storm!
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Thank you Elizabeth 😊
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