PREMONITION

PREMONITION

A Poem by Betty Hermelee
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anticipation,fear

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PREMONITION

 

We sense something notable

yet the reality remains obscure

we can surmise but mother nature is stubborn and unpredictable

leaves us suspended, even haunted as to our suspicions

 

We prepare for the worst

darkness may prey upon us

we maneuver with forethought

dread all potentials that could transpire

our pulses race in anticipation

 

Could this be the destruction of all that we retain?

we lean on each other for hope, comfort, support and strength

 

When shall we behold the light on the other side?

only mother nature knows


© 2026 Betty Hermelee


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Sometimes we human beings forget that there is a reason for having a day after a day etc and that is to to treat each moment of every day as both privilege plus a spiritual and magical gift. Perhaps, maybe - it depends on how we think and how we want to feel. As frequently, you inspire thought to travel this way and that so as to sift personal maybes to definite ones. Perhaps!

Posted 2 Months Ago


Betty Hermelee

2 Months Ago

Thanks Em…. Love your take on this! Glad to see you always…
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B☃️☃️☃.. read more
Hi Betty, I like this a lot. There are lines that make me think, there is kind of a spooky, mix of emotions, a mood to the piece that I like. I live near Seattle, but this feels as if it could have been written by someone in our hurricane belt in the south, or tornado belt in the Midwest. Well done.

Posted 2 Months Ago


Betty Hermelee

2 Months Ago

Dear Michael
Thank you for an insightful review
Warmly
B☃️
Michael Sun Bear

2 Months Ago

My pleasure

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Added on January 31, 2026
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Betty Hermelee
Betty Hermelee

Black Mountain, NC



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My love of poetry results from my love of art. As a painter I am able to express myself on a canvas. As a poet my words come from my heart, my moods, sometimes sad, mostly upbeat. I like to use vivid .. more..