May 14th, 2010
My breakfast table,
Facing a bed of deep-red, pink-magenta
And pale-tinged roses,
The peaceful breeze caressing my back
Birds calling out
A plate of two sunny eggs,
Flatbread and green tea before me.
Who would think I’m in Afghanistan?
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All alone, carefully hidden in my tiny cave
While thunderous explosions
And flashes of light
crash around me.
Their deafening roar brings excitement
As I gaze across the impossibly deep-blue lake
Through the curtain of riotous rain.
When the deluge subsides
And I finally crawl out of my rocky shelter,
I’m met with a fully arched
Double rainbow.
Double blessings.
Double happiness.
And to think that I considered
Turning back at the first sight of clouds.
…And to think…
Peggy, your photos, writings, adventures, insights, relationships & poems have touched
mind & heart, deeply. Many thanks for sharing them.
I’m not sure what your are asking. Are you wanting to know if the poem is true? It was my experience.