Rain swaddles the land
in an embrace of dewy tears.
Thunder racks like winded sobs
from the chest of the earth,
punctuated by lightning strands
sewing clouds together.
Here in my womb,
I lie and listen.
My tears fall in time
to the incessant, hammering drumbeat
that subsumes everything
but my yearning for you.
Steve is a sad and angst-filled poet, who needs your help to continue being one.
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Very nice! 🙂
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Thanks, Beckie! 🙂
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Very touching piece!
Flow of emotion
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Thank you so much! Very much appreciated 🙂
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Nice
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Thanks, Caroline! Glad you like it 🙂
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steve i would love to welcome you to visit my blog and see some of my poems
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You remind me of French symbolists… Hammering drumbeat that subsumes everything but my yearning for you… Wonderful.
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Thank you, Tatjana! I always appreciate being compared to real poets, it helps to legitimise my poor and vain attempts and gives me hope 🙂
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I wish you can see yourself as your readers see you.
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I’m afraid my mirror is ex-carnival. The twisted vision staring back at me is not too far wrong.
Maybe I should just buy a new mirror lol 😉
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😀 Give a mirror to someone who needs it. You reflect in your heart. That’s where your power is. Embrace it.
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👍👌❤️😃
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