Yesterday I watched the world become storm-weathered
bent but not broken beneath the weight of a painted sky
the white glare across space and time
Then out came the rain to soak up the sun
and the streets ran high with liquid starlight
that I waded through to find the origin
the birthplace of this creeping insanity
this beautiful monster that walks among us
burning away against the storm-tossed sky
with eyes that seem to know the end of time
and hands that long to bring it all crashing down
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I wonder if I’ll have the chance to see the Earth from space in my lifetime. Maybe I should have gone into rocket science.
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Photo by Johannes Plenio from Pexels
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17 responses to “Then Out Came the Rain”
If you venture to space, will you still send your poetry to us down here, Earthbound?
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Ha! I’ll certainly try (:
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🙂 🙂
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Beautiful images in this poem, I loved reading it and imagining it all! Imagining can sometimes be better that actual!
Keep on imagining, and sharing with us all!
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Thank you Carolyn, I definitely will (: cheers!
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In your understanding, is there such a thing as beautiful or agreeable confusion? In a special place, I have met the beautiful monster which causes necessary agreeable change and know about the shadows of insanity meant to terrorize and am trying to see how you relate the two together…if it is intereting for you to understand that with me, the I thank you.
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I definitely think confusion/chaos can be beautiful! It seems to me that no matter how long you have to wade through chaos, eventually you’ll reach a moment or place where something about it makes sense.
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So, when you are in what you believe at the time is confusion or chaos the knowing that there is clarity to come is beautiful…if you have that vision. From this then, you would relate that absolute chaos and confusion truly does not exist if at some point it is sensible. Hmmm…the problem with that is that it is a dimension called :outside of understanding: and the only thing there that is understandable to someone NOT in it is that life moved there was doing something unacceptable to continue for that moment…a not beautiful necessary cut off/intervention. I appreciate you understanding this with me if there is something else to be said please do.
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Beautiful words! Thanks for finding my site and liking my piece “False Delight Underwater.’
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Thank you! And you’re welcome (: I like your scratchboard pieces a lot!
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Beautiful! I hope you get there for a spectacular view!
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Thank you! (: Here’s hoping
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You can see the Earth from space of course. You have a beautiful mind that will rise you up to see what others cannot see.
I love your poetry.
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Thank you so much! I appreciate that a ton
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The beautiful shot of the stormy sky was a perfect match for your words. Hopefully you will can get into space and write about being above the clouds instead of below.
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That would be incredible! I sometimes get lucky when searching for pictures to go with my posts—I guess this was one of those times!
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Definitely one of those times.
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