Photo By: Carrie
There is a space that holds
me between
The storm and the sun
sometimes it is a comfort to know
I have time to marvel
at the skies
Before
I have to decide which way
I will travel
the rain often calls me
As the sun warms my back
other times seeing the clouds building getting heavy
And dark finding power
from somewhere other than where I can see
Feelings eminent and powerless
and I try anything to flee
If only I had access to the view
of where I have come
So that for as long as I can
I will see
And remember
the blue sky
** It is time for Monochrome Madness again, you can find all the entries at Leanne Cole’s blog HERE.
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Love the contrast excitement of the dark clouds against the brilliant light, and the repetition of it in the car mirror.
stunning shot! Aren’t those clouds wonderful?
Thank you! I couldn’t stop taking photographs of them. I hoped that I might catch a massive strike of lightening but it was not to be. They were impressive though!
Absolutely love this photo Carrie, what a wonderful idea to get the “whole” picture 🙂
I love the space that holds you between storm and sun!
Me too, Cybele. Most of the time, that is 🙂
A lovely poem filled with vivid images and emotions I relate to, having felt the same. Your last few lines were both powerful and mysterious.
Thank you! For reading and feeling, Janet. It is always so lovely to know you get it. I took this image on our recent road trip and we just recently, FINALLY, sold our house that has been rented or sitting for a year waiting for someone to buy. And, now, I am in this space…in between…where there is nothing happening at the moment but so much is behind us and lots is brewing in front of us too. It is quite a view!