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No Promise of Rain
Folder:
Crumbling Planet .
Only the teasing sensations,
the sound of unhappy ions,
clouds moving too slowly,
expectation as electric
as broken neon at night. A
promise of light.
.
Rain is a myth, believed in
long ago. Heroes and the land
drenched to wash off blood
and smoke from smoldering
fires, unignited pyres.
.
A hope of rain to cleanse
the spirit, give rest to desire,
and make the horizon dark
with storm and meaningful
thunder. Here is too much
absent stuff of wonder.
Lady A
10-08-13
11:34p
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;-)
Simply amazing, Lady A! I love it, but I think I may have a different reading on this one! :-)
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What is your different reading? On rain in U.S. and drought and fires or something else as interpretation for the poem? What do you see? Metaphorically, many things should be here, promise to be here, like debt ceilings and gvt workers back to running the gvt. So much thunder, so little rain and rain is so necessary. Be well. Ethereally happy that you liked. I have a soft spot for this poem. ~Lady A
:-D
I'm way out in my own zone here, Dear, and I can't share until Rab has finished digging her latest warren ;-)
K
I was thinking of too much rain, too much fire, simply. slc