NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day 17
Eye of the Storm
They say when one stands
in the eye of a storm
there is perfect stillness.
Absence of all sound
that might raise small hairs
from shrinking flesh.
The Universe withholding its breath
for one, maybe two moments
before explosive release.
Much like one eye meeting unknown other
as knowledge races through blood stream,
of love finally found.
Elizabeth Crawford 4/17/2019
Process Notes: No more than a trail of bread crumbs starting with that photograph taken years ago, and a few words dancing in the darkness. Have to admit, I am probably more surprised than anyone.
Soul's Music 
Sometimes, love happens just that way! The photo is quite spectacular and provided wonderful inspiration for this one! “The Universe holding it’s breath” for just that moment before release! So good. Enjoyed this very much, Elizabeth!
Glad you enjoyed it. Had no idea where it was going, but when I got to that final verse, a memory from almost forty years ago, slammed its way into my head, and I wrote it. Amazing. Though I should know better after all the comments yesterday about the echo affect of memories. This one came loud and clear like a lightning strike accompanied with loud thunder, so I went with it.
Elizabeth
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A moment like that is eternal. It lives forever in memory, and in the heart.
Wholeheartedly agree with you Sherry. It remains vibrant and strong, even after decades. A “once in a lifetime” moment.
Elizabeth
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Yes. Elizabeth. That’s exactly how love comes along.
Good writing, my friend.
Love,
Pamela
Thank you, Pamela. This wasn’t a difficult write, until I understood what that last stanza would say. I almost decided to change it, but glad now that I didn’t.
Elizabeth
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A wonderful poem…I have had that experience more than once…when living on the gulf coast…
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