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Seven Bridges There's no rain.
Not one drop falls,
despite the low hanging clouds,
the deafening thunder,
the lingering scent of ozone
from so many crashes of lightning.
There should be rain.
Without that rain,
something will spark,
and the fire will consume
all that stands here.
sharp, direct, piercing.
sharp, direct, piercing. Brilliant.
"It is a terrible thing to be so open. It is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world" -- Sylvia Plath.
The clouds roll in. Like
The clouds roll in.
Like the muffled sounds
Heard in the night
Between cement walls
Marred with the words
Of those before him,
To the chamber's belly.
He watches from across the pod
The last morsel of barbeque ribs...finest cut,
A cloud of smoke from a puff of a last cigarette,
And an eerie calmness fills the air,
A stoic reverence shrouds
What he used to be,
Of many days passing time in a 6x9 space,
And for the last time,
They hear a voice they will never hear again.
The clamorous cell door,
A reminder of their own fate,
And the few gifted pieces
Of clothing speak too loudly
Of what storms rage silently
In the minds and hearts of men.
....
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Oh wow!
You went in a different direction than initially imagined this, but I so totally am blown away by it!!! sorry it took so long, but your poem is amazing! we should have done a collab on this!
Love it.
Love it Beavis.
:-)
Thank you dear!
Oh Beavis...
what would I do if you never voiced my silence?
just when I think you cannot out-do yourself.....you write again ;)
Much Love
Ashley
;-)
Soulmates! ;-) Always here for you Dear ;-)
<3
ditto
Much Love
Ashley
Very nice indeed Respected Mr Beavis
Very nice indeed Respected Mr Beavis
©bishu
;-)
Thank you, Sir! Deeply honored!
Same thing happens here where
Same thing happens here where I live ( back home for the next year and lovin it! ) we have half the year without rain so yes it is irksome. Not a drop but heaps of static, it's an unnerving feeling! Bush fires are scarey! hugss
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
Wow! Half a year with no
Wow! Half a year with no rain! That must really be a problem. We have a dry season, but not that long! The threat from wildfires must be terrible!