The world was disappointing,
dry and thirsty,
full of sadness, longing
for some artistic creativity,
when the slate sky flickered
with metallic electricity.
Thunder rumbled. The brawling river,
rushing with rain-swollen flow,
swung into a roaring curve below
towards a thundering waterfall,
rearing in glassy surges,
snagging on the riverbed,
like King Lear on the heath:
turbulence above,
landscape of sadness beneath.
We ride thunderstorms,
memorise their moody tantrums,
wear their sullen colours until
sun lights up the jumble of our brains
and, unsullied by wind or rain,
we ascend from the dark
like larks.
Kim M. Russell, 2017

My response to dVerse Poets Pub Poetics: Sensory Play also shared on Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Tuesday Platform
Today Mish is our host and she talks about the importance of using the five senses in our poetry and how it enriches the imagery for the reader. A scene of nature, for example becomes more alive with the scents of wildflowers wafting in the wind or the high pitched trill of a songbird. We use the senses regularly to describe a physical setting, person or concrete object. Presenting something abstract becomes a little more challenging, for example: What does blue taste like? What is the texture of anger? Describe the scent of contentment. What are the sounds of perfection? What does hope look like?
Mish says she knows that we can come up with many more of these and asks us to choose something abstract such as a colour, emotion, idea, concept, a quality, trait or situation, and bring it to life using one or more senses. We could also choose something more concrete, as long as we use senses that are not normally associated with it. For example, ‘moonlight’.
I like the movement from the sullen drought through thunder storms to that rise in sunshine afterwards… For some reason it got me thinking about Itsy Bitsy Spider…
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I’ll be singing that at Bounce and Rhyme tomorrow! 🐜
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I love the artistic sadness of your lines, then the turn to the sunlight, like larks ~ Seems like our weather today, gloomy in the morning, then now its all bright and sunny ~
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Thank you, Grace. The calm after the storm.
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The lark ascending, after a storm. Lovely image of violent noise and sweet calm.
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Thank you, Jane.
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I love the sadness in the slate sky and how we can ride the thunderstorms and rise like the lark :o)
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Thank you, Xenia. All it needs is a little sunshine 🌞
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:o) xxx
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Beautifully descriptive and well crafted, Kim!
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Thank you, Bev!
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Some really well crafted imagery here Kim. I too like the idea of ascension but fear not all will make it out of the storm.
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Yes, sadness does tend to take hold, Paul, Luckily, we have poetry and music as outlets 🙂
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Let the cleansing come!
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🙂
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Lovely imagery. I think this could stand alone…so powerful.
“We ride thunderstorms,
memorise their moody tantrums,
wear their sullen colours until
sun lights up the jumble of our brains
and, unsullied by wind or rain,
we ascend from the dark
like larks.”
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Maybe I could turn it into a Quadrille!
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Yes! 🙂
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I love the imagery and the intensity that you delivery them. Fantastic write!
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Thank you kindly, Delaina!
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I love this, so much:
“We ride thunderstorms,
memorise their moody tantrums,
wear their sullen colors”
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I think that’s my favourite bit, De.
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Perfect Kim. perfect. A beautiful feast of delicious words!
Anna :o]
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Thank you so much, Anna 🙂
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love the energy and the thunder of these wordfs
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Thank you, Maureen!
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unsullied by wind or rain,
we ascend from the dark
Innocence and sadness may make our resolve stronger even when treading in the ‘dark’
Hank
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We all need to be sad sometimes, Hank, but when it starts to be all of the time, a little sunshine reminds us that we can be happy again.
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Nicely fallacied and perfectly convincing.
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Thank you, Rosemary!
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It made me think of raindrops rising into the storm, being thrown around and landing again. All to liven up a boring day
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Thanks for reading and commenting, Walter.
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the river snagging on the riverbed is a great image!!’
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Thanks!
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I can see this happening…your sounds and sense of place remind me of early childhood days when thunder scared us..’unsullied’ 🙂
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🙂
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What a wonderful, beautiful, metrical, sensual, lyrical, right-hearted poem. Great work.
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Thank you, Brendan!
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Like the superhero mode of riding the thunder storms
Have a good Wednesday
Much love…
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Thanks Gillena! Enjoy the middle of the week – Saturday’s not far off!
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Phenomenal! Brava! 🌹🌹🌹😎
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Thank you so much, Dorna! 😊
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‘wear their sullen colours until
sun lights up the jumble of our brains’
Wonderful imagery here, Kim. Where has our clarity gone?
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Thank you, Sarah! Some days are clear and others are not – emotions and time cloud our vision.
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Somewhere in there is a metaphor or two, mysterious, mantled; enjoyed it a lot. The close is killer, but the chaos of the day covered by an animated media make me think the lark will not meet up with doves, rather a murder of crows, or hawk, or eagle. Alacrity colors everything for me it seems.
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It depends on how you’re feeling and how you look at it. The sunshine is a glimmer of hope and rising with the larks isn’t so hard – it’s what comes after the calm after the storm. Waves of sadness…
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Hope weaves its way through this. Nicely done.
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Thank you!
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I love the sullen colours of the thunderstorm. Images pile like storm clouds.
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Thanks Sarah!
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This is so incredibly poignant, Kim 🙂 especially love; “unsullied by wind or rain, we ascend from the dark
like larks.”
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Thanks Sanaa 😊
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