June 23, 2004
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Boom!...and downpoured his gray gloom...
Could the clouds be any darker than his mood?
Could the lightening flash brighter than his anger?
Could the thunder roar any louder than his rage?
Could the rain fall harder than this falling-out storm?
(I'm praying for his sunny day... amann)
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True Ebb and Flow
His Manics Highs
and...
Depressive Lows
with no...
Barometric Pressure
from me...
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I lit a candle and sat on the screamed-in porch
During his downpour, thunder storm...
And I felt calmed...by the windy breeze
As I watched
The leaf, ruffle the tree...
And I weathered out
His gray storm...
And just like that...
Snap!
It was over...
Comments (15)
Style, grace of language, a fearless tongue bent only toward expression...I love your poetry.
thanks for the welcome!
i realllly liked that second poem. great stuff.
screamed-in. damn straight.
i love you. we think so much alike..
good blog....
All storms must end sometime...
weathering the storm... once it's passed, the world is refreshed and clean... nature's washing machine. the best thing about pain is that it feels so good when it ends.
No barometric pressure. Neat.
lmao....lol That was so funny. You can say the most profound things. Amann! So cute you are!
As a child I actually called it "the screamed porch.' Not being creative -- just didn't know any better!
"Imagine the Creator as a stand up comedian -- and at once the world becomes explicable."
>>H.L. Mencken
Snap, just like a cat's neck hey Sarahs'? I know you wrote that not Snufflethenose!
Storms in our lives. They come and go. And after the storm, could the sun be hotter and flesh piercing as his kisses? Enjoyed this post immensely.
screamed-in... I love that.
Very good! "...screaned in porch" is fantastic with everything else. Peace.
His cupboards high
And drawers low
He packs up his things
To say "Hello"
And why I am writing this rubbish
F*** knows!
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