A Rain Soaked Drought

The potter patters are loud
In my head
Like my mind is a tin roof
In the pouring rain.
Outside the reality rain
Hides my tears
Through the pain.
Since I am grounded
My stems make sure
The water fills up
Faster than it is deleted,
This allowing me
To sprout endless seeds
Of love even though
My dam life
Is always broken.

Reviews

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Dale… 💗 love your analogy of Stems filling up… “sprouting endless seeds of ❤️ is always rewarding… your poem is a symbol of Clouds raining with Pleasure. tenderly, Pat

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

thank you so much Pat

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Dale... we must be healthy to survive the torrential Rains and Winds of Time. We are fortunate to survive the Storms and pray for Better days. gently, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

when the dam breaks, life is a bucket of tears...
I like the allegorical nature of this write,
j.

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

thank you kindly sir