floods and foreclosures

floods and foreclosures

 

 

 

 

philosophical clouds

rain demented dreams

lightning strikes in thought patterns

erratic storms of semantics

 

uninsured, cryptic lodgings

damaged retina of the mind

 

the thunderous roar of his voice

just a slight sound of

hushed rain pitter-pattering 

a roof of denial

 

he is distance, and i am here

waiting out the deluge of grief

 

wishing i could fall from the clouds

over his head, 

and tap on his window

like a stray raindrop.

 

 

erin-cilberto

11/7/15

Reviews

[Zugzwang]

Stormy weather my friend....I know it well. Sometimes there's nothing to be done but batten the hatches...or at least that's my interpretation!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your insights, Zeitnot...

j.