"Violence is like a weed, it does not die even in the greatest drought." ~ Simon Wiesenthal
drowning in profound rain we were sated,
rarely wanting, never dreaming, of a drought,
one shouldn’t let others carry their keeping,
use them for their insatiable, selfish needs
guilt hung in those raindrops; the sated tension
honored feelings, now just fallen memories
drowning in profound rain we were sated,
rarely wanting, never dreaming, of a drought,
one shouldn’t let others carry their keeping,
use them for their insatiable, selfish needs
guilt hung in those raindrops; the sated tension
honored feelings, now just fallen memories
that scream of droughts promised by eternity
guilt in the raindrops...fallen memories...nice visuals...
ReplyDeleteI can read this in so many ways - and I like them all.
ReplyDeleteClever!
ReplyDeleteI agree, so many ways to consider your poem.
ReplyDeleteLyrical and profound. Thank you.
so pretty!
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happy day,
Rosa
I had to repost this after the blogger glitch. I'm guessing they weren't able to restore everything and all comments were lost.
ReplyDelete"Scream of droughts" - you really do have a wonderful way of phrasing things.
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