there you are
scampering about the open field
with thunderstorm overhead
with bottle in hand
trying to catch lightning
again
that first one caught way
way back when
now tucked away in the closet
next to a box of books
this time
the thunderstorm only threatens
no bolts to gather
just promises
nothing pierces the air
this time
Specks and Fragments 
I really like this. Terrific imagery.
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Very good!
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Thank you
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Yes yes yes
powerful
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🙂 🙂
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I really enjoyed this. It’s so original and thought provoking.
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Thank you for the kind words.
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Your poetry is elegant.
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Thanks 🙂 🙂
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:):) Good to see your face in the ‘hood again.
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Intriguing – leaves open the imagination as to who “you” are.
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As The Who asked….who are you?
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Oh good heavens! What an interesting past time that would be! Great poem!
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some hobbies are just a little more spectacular than others 😉
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Long as there are no KEYS involved! LOL
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Magical, Terrific…great example set..next time there is thunder and lightning…you will find me running round , hoping to catch some thunder to let it free at an appropriate time!
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ancient scrolls speak of the thunder keepers….
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Love the imagery! Yet, as I read it, I saw a young boy chasing lightning bugs in a field. Multiple story lines?
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Wonderful, Doug. I see all sorts of images, too. Well, my imagination takes me in many directions from this. 🙂
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the pursuit persists 🙂
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🙂
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this is really thoughtful and interesting.
beautiful imagery
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thank you for the kind words. 🙂
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Imaginative~
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🙂
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