Rain falls like Shiva's tears
Great darkened clouds
Come roiling onto jagged peaks
Above the valley
Thunder echoes
Warm rain
Lightnling scatters monkeys
Who take shelter in the wooden eves above an ancient temple
as umbrellas blossom in the marketplace below.
I love your postcard so much if I were there I would have framed it too. I don't blame you, "Nepal" is a place of spirituality. A place where the soul can heal and have it's being. Have a great day Bruce, and thank you for sharing your journey's memory. x
Although I've never been there, only wanted to be, and came close, to Bangladesh, once, your poem, unlike a thousand words, gave me a picture of what it must be like to be there when a storm rolls in.
Deputy Dave Jenkins investigates the murder of local high school principal, Jerry Egge, but this is a multi-faceted novel that deals with spiritualism, romance, friendship, and children who fall through the cracks.
"Murder isn't usually this
The deep-dive literary meditations presented as stories, poems, and essays in The American Poet Who Went Home Again, A Mosaic of My Soul at Work, have captivated and inspired readers ever since its first paperback publication in 2008.
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