Dancing Echoes

Beats Stumbling Around in Silence

Lightening Strike



Deep in the grey gloam
A single flash of lightening
Creation begins

Purifying rain tumbles
Comforting my depression

In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a word Challenge #63: Grey and
CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI: Carpe Diem Tanka Splendor #18 depression

Author: Dancing Echoes

I am a scientist by trade and artist by soul. My creative outlet used to be dancing but due to injuries and age, I must now find another path. I am hoping my writing, poetry and photography can be this new path. Awards: While I am grateful and honored for the numerous nominations, I don’t have time to respond to them with the attention they deserve, so for the most part, I am an award free blog. All photographs and words are mine unless otherwise credited. © 2015-2023 Dancing Echoes ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author/owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Christy Draper with appropriate and specific direction to the original content on Dancing Echoes.

16 thoughts on “Lightening Strike

  1. Mmmm…. Such stupendously beautiful skies there are over tropical oceans, with those cumulonimbus clouds reaching up to the heavens, tickling lightning strikes from the Gods, who rumble deeply with their laughter. =)

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  2. Heh… that was intended to be, simply, a compliment for both the image and words which demanded it. 😉

    Interesting, though, how nature’s fury can be so calming, and so hearteningly inspiring, all at the same time. Beautifully rendered, as always, CJ. 🙂

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  3. Ya know… I really love the way this image works with the poem… the deep ‘gloam’ (wonderful word selection!).

    For one, I love that while you are so often unafraid of black, this image is almost devoid of it… gloomy without complete darkness, detail — even colour — in the deepest of shadows.

    Meanwhile, the hopeful light is but a faint glimmer in a distant cloud, not even as bright as the red warning light.

    It is not the light which brings the words out of the gloom, but the cleansing rain.

    Hmmmm…. my writer’s group met today. It appears to have gotten me into an appreciatively critique-ish mood. 😉

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  4. Hahahaa! I appreciate it!

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  6. Photo and tanka are a splendid pair. Also inspirational:
            Gloom yields to a flash of light,
            in the sky and on the pier.
            Rain will rinse the tears of night
            and be a better drink than beer.

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  7. Rain adds to my depression, unless it is hot and I am on vacation watching it with no hurries or worries.

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  8. Awww, I actually like rain storms as long as they aren’t destructive. I guess I like the excuse of being able to curl up with a good book guilt free.


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