Saturday 26 November 2011

Inspiration Weekly - Water



It
falls
slowly.
faster 
as the 
wind 
blows,
running 
down 
my face.
I wipe my 
eyes and 
smear the 
old, the new, 
and the cold 
tears blur my 
clouded vision,
 fraying my nerves, 
flailing against today, 
against the bottled energy 
that is my sidekick and constant 
companion in the pouring rain. It 
falls, silently in the rain, joining 
the pure rain, hidden in plain sight, 
from the eyes that do not see 
the desperation in my 
soul.

4 comments:

  1. This is wow! I love how you structured the words so they would form the shape! Love the words!

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  2. Oh, so fantastic! I really felt this and have been there - feeling like that in the rain too. Love the way you've shaped the words into a rain-drop too.

    I'll let you know when the linky is up x Got to write mine... :)

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  3. Linky is up (with my hasty and not very good poem this week... hard to focus with the three girls all calling out to me and I haven't had a coffee yet x).

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  4. I love this. The words are so strong. I love the presentation, too.

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