What is that Sound?

What is that sound?

 Is it the rain?

 Is it water falling from the skies

  Or is it hopes shattering at the ground?

Maybe it’s hope waiting to be found

  Or maybe it’s love running all around.

If we’re drowned by love, is there really sorrow?

But what if it’s our dreams that are crashing down,

  What will become of tomorrow?

Will it sail freely on the sea,

  Past everything we ever dreamed could be?

New shores and tides, the impossible.

Or will it sink,

Ridden with cannon holes only to become obscene?

What is that sound,

  Is it the rain?

-s.g.

Reviews

[AnthonyTodd]

Great movement! From the simplest of thoughts to a deep fear and despair; then back to the simple again. Love it.

[Ifreakinloveyou]

Thank you; haha it was raining on the day I wrote this and I was trying really hard to keep a rhyme scheme, but I kinda lost it at the end there :)

[AnthonyTodd]

Yeah. I began writing poetry with the idea that rhyme was necessary. Maybe because I was thinking in terms of poetry lending itself one day to lyrics for music. And though sometimes I still like to work with rhyme, now I am getting more comfortable with expressing thoughts and feelings, and experimenting with rhythm.

[Ifreakinloveyou]

I think that's really true; Whenever I used to read poetry that didn't rhyme I thought it was pointless and then karma got me :) But I find that I enjoy writing it a lot more if I just sit down and write and then maybe revise it later.

[AnthonyTodd]

Yep. Just get the jist down...refine it later.