"Friday..."

"Friday..."

A Poem by Chris
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"Echoing Thunders..."

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"Friday..."

A storm came spiraling

and thundering through...
the power "blinked" here
mind-to-black,

mind-to-black...
mind-to-empty
- for a fair bit.

I saw you wander in -
though not the focus...

probably some catch-up

maybe some day- or almost - eve

-dreaming... 

I listened to the rain
- empty drumming
flowing
- in waves and waves
roiling, swirling
filling everything - except
me
...as I sat - listening
listening

- to the rain falling

...inside.

Chris

© 2012 Chris


Author's Note

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great lines and images, well done

Posted 12 Years Ago


Great! I love listening to the rain. It has a kind of power as incessant drumming does. I enjoyed reading this.

Posted 12 Years Ago


So beautifully expressed. Our internal rain that showers us with life.. refreshing as nature's rain accompanied by the thunder of the soul ,,Sometimes the thirst is greater then the quench..One word ..Ethereal

Posted 12 Years Ago


I like the juxtaposition of a rainstorm filling everything that is thirsty in nature....an inundation, an overflowing....except for you, empty and dry, listening to the rain as an observer. And the power blinking on and off, and your mind doing the same-that was cool. When your mind empties, then the person of interest wanders into your memories, almost as if off the street, looking for a respite from the rain.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Like the use of italics and the punctuation that gives this a lot of energy and tempo,
good work.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Friday is such a day of relief and anticipation. For some, payday and for most, the end of the work week. Rain on Friday dampens the excitement and puts a somber, introspective mood in it's place. Your poem has made me think that Friday was the perfect day to reflect on good things.

Posted 12 Years Ago


the sound of the rain...I never grow tired of it. But I think you are writing about an internal rain. The kind of rain that can only fall on a Friday. A rain composed of week long conversations...thoughts for the weekend....raining hopes to have some fun. A rain that falls to your feet....wetting your toes and ambitions for another tomorrow. :)

Posted 12 Years Ago


i love the rain

Posted 12 Years Ago


... listening... and hearing...

Posted 12 Years Ago



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Chris

Lansing, MI



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