
A maddened sky
Crashing thunder
Devil’s plunder
Lightening streaks
Angels cry
Then storm goes by
The Devil dies
Red, orange, green
blue, indigo and violet
arching down
stirring souls to hope
of hidden treasure
If only those that seek
Knew the treasure
is to be found
in the skies of blue
That will follow.
Thank you to Priceless Joy who hosts FFFAW and to any1mark66 for the photo prompt.
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About Irene Waters 19 Writer Memoirist
I began my working career as a reluctant potato peeler whilst waiting to commence my training as a student nurse. On completion I worked mainly in intensive care/coronary care; finishing my hospital career as clinical nurse educator in intensive care. A life changing period as a resort owner/manager on the island of Tanna in Vanuatu was followed by recovery time as a farmer at Bucca Wauka. Having discovered I was no farmer and vowing never again to own an animal bigger than myself I took on the Barrington General Store. Here we also ran a five star restaurant. Working the shop of a day 7am - 6pm followed by the restaurant until late was surprisingly more stressful than Tanna. On the sale we decided to retire and renovate our house with the help of a builder friend. Now believing we knew everything about building we set to constructing our own house. Just finished a coal mine decided to set up in our backyard. Definitely time to retire we moved to Queensland. I had been writing a manuscript for some time. In the desire to complete this I enrolled in a post grad certificate in creative Industries which I completed 2013. I followed this by doing a Master of Arts by research graduating in 2017. Now I live to write and write to live.
Wonderful poem! Truly lovely!
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Thanks Joy. Didn’t think I was going to make last weeks as just nothing would come until the last minute.
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I’m so glad you were able to make it! Your poem is wonderful!
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You say it all – a rainbow, that bridge between heaven and earth, that bridge between eternal hope and hope now.
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Thanks Kelvin. Absolutely.
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Eventually the storms do abate.
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And then we wish them to come again. It is now our turn to be in need of rain.
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From darkness to light, I like the way this poem unfolds,
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Thank you Michael.
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