A steady drum on
the roof of my heart
springs a leak
water falls frenzy
breaching trusted
trusses tremble
walls wail
slippery slopes
slide sideways
thunder flashes
blinding
lightning crashes
deafening
words trickle
like a rain chain
pulling raging rivulets
from the roof
of my heart
onto tierra verde
I catch a glimpse
of what cannot
seen
intrinsic
in the raindrops
drip drip dripping
off my hair
onto
parched feelings
it feels good
to be out
in the rain.
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Colleen Walters
Just a girl who likes to write poems, usually inspired by events and people in my Florida life.. Always be you, because you are awesome. You matter. You are enough.. ❤️
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The Devil's Triangle
The sails ruffled in the breeze as we cruised along. The Sea Breeze was a mid-size catamaran that sailed out of Royal Naval Dockyard in Bermuda. We had booked this trip weeks in advance and were now looking at our Captain, Spike and two boat hands. Paddy and Wilson seemed like nice guys, joking around with the passengers and telling us some stories about Bermuda that only locals would know. Their island accents sounded almost British but they were pleasant to listen to.
By Barbara Gode Wiles2 days ago in Fiction
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How beautiful - Raindrops drip drip dripping off my hair. Well Done!!!
Beautiful and peaceful.
Love the video and the poem as well. 😊❤️
Beautiful ❤️
This was sooo beautiful. Loved both your poem and the video!
The rain is the fireworks of the gods. The pattering sound of the raindrops is the cracking sound of the fireworks. Fireworks are set off once at each station