28 Tuesday May 2019
Posted in Cinquain, May Writing, Poetry
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Our lives
Constant battles
In states of confusion
Much ado about everything
For naught
May Writing Prompts – Much Ado About Everything – Day 28/31
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27 Monday May 2019
Posted in May Writing, Poetry
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I caught him looking down at me
Face in a frown, not happy to be
Up in the sky, I could clearly see
Something was coming, no mystery
Where once it was blue, now it was gray
What happened to my nice, sunny day?
Who sent dark clouds, over this way?
I wish the nice weather was here to stay
All of a sudden, the clouds started to tumble
Off in the distance, I heard something rumble
I’m pretty sure I heard someone else mumble
It’s cloudy, my dear, with a chance of grumbles
Sure enough, there he was, still looking down
Furrowed eyebrows, face remained in a frown
Started to think, he looked more like a clown
Realized, in his rain, I could possibly drown!
With a wave of my hand, I bid him goodbye
Slammed the door shut, and let out a sigh
I didn’t want him to find me, though he did try
It was then, I noticed, he had started to cry…
May Writing Prompts – Cloudy With a Chance of Grumbles – Day 27/31
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15 Monday Apr 2019
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I wrote this during a thunderstorm and some wicked weather in NJ. The thing is, I really wrote about me. Lately my life has been a storm, but I am finally finding the calm…
After midnight, the sounds of the house change. The only thing I hear is coming from outside. The patter of rain against the window and an occasional thunder clap disturbs the silence. I drink it all in, because this is what I love, the calm and the storm, together. The wind is whipping, making the attic fan cover flap. It’s as if someone is knocking to come inside, to get out of the storm, but not me, no, not me.
I want to be out in the rain, letting it soak me, letting it wash away the pain and the sorrow, the tears that join with it, unseen, but felt, like a burning against the cool of the subtle drops. My thirst is quenched, my soul at peace, my being, more understanding, of the power instilled in the heavens, I sigh. A deep and cleansing breath, the air in my lungs escaping into the night, as one with the wind. Thoughts, no longer nagging, weighing me down, are taken and dispelled into the night.
Flashes of light illuminate the darkness in which I stand, drawing me closer, relieving the doubts. I am finally sated, knowing in the darkest night or the harrowing storm, I will always be drawn to the light.
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24 Tuesday Jul 2018
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Late hours, rain pouring outside my window
Passing showers, thunder clamoring, and I know
It’s the time, when I find the words so easily
When they rhyme, thoughts coming on, so peacefully
What is it, about the sounds of nature’s wrath?
Why do I sit, instead of seeking out its path?
To wander about, feel the water on my face
I have no doubt, I’d get lost in such a place
Instead I’m here, listening instead of being
How I wish to disappear, the power surely freeing
To get lost, in a world outside this room
At any cost, to do away with all this gloom
But here I stay, my fingers speak of what I see
In every way, I shall remember, this is me
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17 Tuesday Jul 2018
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The sunlight fades, ever fast, away
As darkening clouds, obscure the day
Bringing daggers, lights against the gloom
With a thunderous roar, and shattering boom
Over the lands, to quench an insatiable thirst
Pelting down, from the skies, a raucous cloudburst
Flooding over the streets and sidewalks, where
People run to escape, this torrential nightmare
The falling of the rain is, how Mother Nature rebels
Until she’s had enough, then, the rain she will quell
Author’s Note: I wrote this while listening to a thunderstorm. The skies opened up and it poured!! I love writing to that sound 🙂
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