New Haven

The thunder and rain

Bleeds out all the way

Tests by fire, all the same

The meadows are here

Forever to stay

And a charming wind

Speaks for all to sway

 

I fill my lungs with air

And I shed my scales

 

The birds and the trees

Willows and olive leaves

Where lucidity swirls

Like the storm that used to be

A silent strength

And power in peace

Windsongs wrap my mind in summer’s eve

 

I accept that all else fails

And I shed my scales

 

Oh new haven please

Hide me from the storm

I’m tired of disability

My own instability

 

The numbness that’s crass

Please don’t wake me up

For I am home at last.

 

Reviews

[zainul]

Literally I am home at last just few minutes back.
I took tons of fresh air in the thunderous stormy wind midst the power of lightning.
I enjoyed your poem from my perspective.
It is like a music that amuses me still now.

[Deron Alexis]

thanks dude

[zainul]

You are most welcome

[gombeggar]

reads well...some elusive visuals u have here in the mix

[Deron Alexis]

thanks glad it read well

[Frieda P]

Sounds like a hopeless snake Deron, or perhaps that outer layer that we all don to protect ourselves from life's storms, 'don't wake me up, for I am home at last'...what we all pray for when we feel we can't go on, peace...keep filling your lungs with air, tomorrow will hopefully be brighter.

[Deron Alexis]

Thanx Frieda I appreciate the read and the interpretation
in this case the outer layer is sleep and dreaming have you noticed that people lost in their imaginations are always inexplicably happy?

[Frieda P]

We have to get lost in our imagination, life tends to be too difficult otherwise, and the sleep monster I get....plagued by that same outer skin....

[N!LoC]

my type of poem ,,,,,,,,,, like it !

[Deron Alexis]

thanks man