I was there when the shadows fell
lucid for a breath before tossed beneath the surface
and lost in technicolor visions of the stars
Night over breathing landscapes risen away
the edges whisper of dissolution
as ghosts crawl through fire toward the sea
Roots deep in the ashes already taken hold
only waiting for a drop of blood to fall
to bloom at the last hour
and wither in the light of dawn
This, the night that calls
strange whispers hidden in falling rain
there only for a moment
before I’m once more surfacing, gasping for air
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Didn’t realize how much I missed the rain until I got back home.
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Wow. Such fantastic writing. I enjoyed reading this.
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Thanks so much (: I’m glad you enjoyed it!
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Listen to ‘I Miss The Rain’ by The McKrells. They’re a local Irish/Folk band. I give ’em a thumbs up, your poem too.
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Ooh thanks, I’ll check em out!
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Good one, loved it, and this title totally suits the poem 🍁🍁
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Thank you! Glad you liked it (:
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You miss the rain? That makes one of us. Hopefully you never have to deal with the horrors I’ve dealt with over the last few years that started with rain water getting into my house.
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“as ghosts crawl through fire toward the sea
Roots deep in the ashes already taken hold
only waiting for a drop of blood to fall
to bloom at the last hour” David this is truly beautiful. I can imagine listening in the rain for the whispers. Lovely! I think you are truly inspired at home and I am glad you are safely there and writing such gorgeous words. Have a blessed evening. Love Joni
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(: thank you Joni, I’m trying to apply the inspiration to the book I’m working on, too, and I think it’d finally starting to break through! Hope you’re well (:
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Oh that is wonderful David what a blessing. We are fine thank you. You and yours stay safe as well. Love, hugs and inspiration coming your way. Love 💕 Joni
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We need more rain, I think 🙂 I seriously don’t know how you manage to write highest caliber poetry every single day…I’m wow’d.
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It makes everything feel refreshed! And I just don’t let myself go to sleep until I’ve written a poem most nights (;
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Well I’m cranking them out daily too…but they don’t hold a candle to yours, dear nephew 🙂
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