The lightning reveals our fears falling like tears. And if it's thunder our heart hears, closer or further than the light appears, it must be the memories we've shared for years.
billigami
Posted 1 Year Ago
1 Year Ago
thank you, sir...appreciate your extended visit and kind reviews.
j.
'Everytime it rains / You're here in my head ...' Plenty of rain here in Bristol UK Jacob, even though the national newspapers keep predicting a heatwave. I liked this a lot - Excellent ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️
You have no idea just how poignant this piece of your wounded heart set to pen of page actually is to my life lived differently and concerning different people and circumstances, whilst filled with all too many wounds as pools of tears that never ever really run dry and flood to overflowing from time to time of remembering those times wherein Life chose to wound my own heart via events which I could not control, or sought to control in making matters worse as a sort of type of self-mutilation of my own damn heart in the process of that withal trying to survive this life ... Powerful words that left me feeling that downpour of drenching rain, and the electrical sizzle's ionization in the air that signals the painful jolt to come in a flash that always ends in reverberation's sensations of a terrifying thunderclap ...
Marve
Posted 1 Year Ago
1 Year Ago
Oh geez, sorry, Marve...didn't meant to cause painful feelings.
j.
The sky is cracked and the rainfall is heavy. It won’t rain for ever. Eventually a shaft of golden sunlight will filter through to find you. Beautiful, though sad dear J.
I am swimming in tears, because the sky is cracked. Not long woke up and opened the door to check the weather. My foot figured it out before I did, as I sloshed in the puddle, but the rest of me quickly woke up after that!
I just hope my soggy slipper pulls through. 😊
I hope a sun filled day is on its way to you my friend, to brighten the picture a bit more.
Posted 1 Year Ago
1 Year Ago
it is still storming here...will be sloshing most of the day, I imagine.
Thanks, Lorry,
If love fell from the skies, dark or light, the weather wouldn't matter at all. Sad it seems, to feel the pain of emptiness. Funny that empty can feel like something, but it does and trust me, a bucket filled with tears does nothing to change it.
Whilst the weather can dictate human moods.. we can only accept what it gives, sends: in this case, sadly, sinking behind and before the dawn. Words to ponder, jacob .
Posted 1 Year Ago
1 Year Ago
Thank you, dear em.
j.
1 Year Ago
Love the avatar..I like all the reflection in it, much like a deep poem.
Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..