Don't know where this came from: and yes, it was raining.
Raining. Worn out, weary of death: same sad news on evening reports. Nothing shocks, anymore. What they say falls from my eyes as tears, for nostalgic times long missed.
It's raining. Even the rain is different than it used to be: harder. Meaner. Each drop thuds with a heavier weight than I remember: ? global warming ??
Been raining. Still raining: and so, I slip apart, unbuttoned like the sun, down into the depths of the storm: please, poetry, save me: You're my hope, my escape ......
Rain is beautiful for the most part but, lo, if the heart is heavy and the self is melancholy, rain is the harbinger of sadness, down in the dampness and just everything is painted gray. Make lemonade and listen to John philip Sousa, paint sunflower or apple cinnamon muffins...then, watch the magic of yourself and the awareness you can give the gray, rainy days. This works. I promise!
Love,
Susan
Good piece Karla! Can tell you have about had enough. Yes, these storms have been much more intense than ever before, not just here, but everywhere......
Karla,
Really enjoyed this. This part hit me particularly hard:
"Even the
rain is different than
it used to be: harder.
Meaner. Each drop thuds with
a heavier weight than
I remember"
Melancholy & nostalgic. Fits great w/ the first stanza.
Great job.
Leo
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peace, Carole~
George
Rose
God Bless
Michelle~
Love,
Susan
very evocative
one of the uses f poetry
to krrp the dark away
good write
john +
fee
Be safe,
Karen
Really enjoyed this. This part hit me particularly hard:
"Even the
rain is different than
it used to be: harder.
Meaner. Each drop thuds with
a heavier weight than
I remember"
Melancholy & nostalgic. Fits great w/ the first stanza.
Great job.
Leo
I saw on weather channel it is the most rain in Dallas history!
Stay well!
Love,
Eileen
by reading or writing poetry of your present thoughts
Or thoughts once left behind
Peace be with you
William
Love & Peace
Georg
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :( >tears! <
Heartwrenching write!
say falls from my eyes as
tears, for nostalgic times
long missed.
As it does, far too often from mine these days, Karla. Gimme Back, Them Good Ole Days.