All across these paper landscapes
fading spots of horror leave their mark
despair collecting in rain barrels
stored away in waiting for a voice to speak
one lost in mires of the deepest past
whose words might give life to the dead
Desperation is the song of lost souls
slipping away toward something so far beyond
that even starlight is a distant memory
but the face of Earth is carved deep
in memory of the eyes that have gazed upon it
That indifference to the void
leaves a mark that cannot ever be escaped
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One more class on Friday afternoon and I’ll have completed the first semester of my second year of graduate school. It was a damn tough one, especially so considering everything had to be done in a virtual sphere. Glad to be looking ahead to winter break.
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Image by Arek Socha from Pixabay
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8 responses to “Collecting Rain”
Ah graduate school – I enjoyed the heck out of it, but mostly because so many of us met at cafes after class to talk about what we learned. I hope you can do that before grad school is over. And, enjoyed the poem. Another good thinker.
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Thank you! I got a brief taste of that last year before everything shut down. Here’s hoping we get back to that soon! What did you study?Cheers (:
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“Desperation is the song of lost souls….” beautiful!
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Thank you (:
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I couldn’t have gotten through school doing virtual.
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It sucks. If I had known this would be how things ended up when I started I’m not sure I would’ve made the same decision… oh well, gotta roll with the punches!
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Love the line “Desperation is the song of lost souls”. It really stands out to me.
Way to go on getting through a hard semester! It’s been a difficult year for many.
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Thank you! Much appreciated (: we’ll come out the other end of all this!
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