digging deep

those times when

my roots stretch deep

in barren soil

 

searching

 

I don't know

if you could guess

the urgency

of my need

 

the clouds whisper

how soon

until hope

rains

 

and I look

skyward

again

Reviews

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... a mesmerising mood ... exquisite and enchanting poetry ... an intense instinct ... a perplexing pause ... a quest ... a hope ... anticipation ... aspiration ... a melting moment ... oh ... this is so beautiful ... it simmers softly ... (highest rating) ...

[AK]

This is so lovely, so gentle, so complete. And "hopeful". Even when all seems lost we instinctively look up to our only help. What a gift you have!

[Creepy Swine Guy]

Now that sent a shiver through me.

"the clouds whisper
how soon
until hope
rains"

Your roots digging ... searching for hope. GOD I so feel that way sometimes. Like my status said (might still say) "Sometimes the Green Mile seems so long."

[Alicante lullaby]

how would clouds resist raining ...its azure eyes looking upwards...

[Ed Hart]

don't desire until you see the whites of their eyes...

[Ladysue]

I thought this was clever. Love the last verse...