Slumbering Beast

This gentle rain soothes my soul
Comforting, cradling me, like a bowl
It quiets the feral beast
That lies buried, it sleeps

The claws have closed, retracted
It’s eyes fluttering shut, inactive
It’s roar hushed with this rain
Stilling the chaos in my brain

The misty air heavy yet light
Drifting with dampened delight
For the creature still slumbers
Lounging where it can’t encumber

The beast guards no more
There’s a slight crack in the door
As light softly filters in
Allowing emotions to begin

When did the growling beast retire
Letting passion spark this fire
Creeping in the cracked door
Bright feelings spread to the core

A darkened sky is to blame
As the peaceful rain came
A soft lulling tune it sings
A serene dragon folds its wings

Reviews

[Perdition]

You catch the rhythm of this rain eventually and wonder of spring or the opening of something grander or worse....something cursed and blessed but awakening and hearing the memory of its heartache and the drips and beat like raindrops on a dry road and tired lips. Let it be a dragon or a light ..both can carry the moment...beautiful as always. Thanks~

[Poetic Beauty]

I love the way you describe this poem. This poem is actually about letting your guard down and allowing feelings to creep in and be vulnerable for a little while

[Perdition]

That is twice today the word "vulnerable" has come into the fray...now I must wonder..laughing and yes I got that feeling of something ...something of feeling but oh what cost to just chance across that night and let the wandering in. Wonderful.

[Poetic Beauty]

Because most of the time I’m a well guarded person only choose to let certain people or emotions in when I feel safe or I trust the person

[Ken Simm.]

I love the English metaphors here. Crespucular.

[Poetic Beauty]

Thank you. I am glad you enjoyed the metaphors in this poem. I’m quite happy with the way it turned out

[Dave Brown]

last night we watched as another dragon eventually folded its wings to adopt a more normal serenity
it must be the month of the Dragons

[Poetic Beauty]

The dragon in this poem is the protector or rather the walls built to keep the soft heart on the inside safe.

[Dave Brown]

you will probably understand now, why I do as little reviewing as possible

[Patricia Wedel]

“A serene Dragon folds its Wings”… becomes a Dream that I danced upon.. you inspire me Beauty and give me strength to Brave the Spirit that breaths within. tenderly, Pat

[Poetic Beauty]

I’m glad you chose that line that inspired you. It’s one of my favorite lines in the poem

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Beauty… it is about four am on Sunday here on the East Coast of the USA… our “time” has gone forward an hour (in the Spring). I have been up a couple hours for medical reasons that occur when aging. It is like getting a serene Dragon to fold its Wings. I am hoping to sleep a few more hours. I always loved the Song, “Puff the Magic Dragon” lived by the Sea. He frolicked in the noon day Sun in a Land called Honalee. Dragons live forever, not so little Boys. and so forth. (I heard that Song on the Radio when my Son Robert was about four years old. It has always touched my 💜 Heart. Thank you for a Poem that gives me Courage. Now Robert is 52 yrs and has a younger Wife and two girls who are my granddaughters age Nine and Eleven. Their Mother is Navajo and teaches them to Dance and Cook and love The Great Spirit. Hope your Spring is Charming with Crocus and Daffodils. Softly, Pat

[Poetic Beauty]

My mom use to sing that song to me. I always liked it too. Something amazing about dragon lore. I do hope you get some sleep. It is 4 am here central time now that time has sprung forward. I’m glad this poem allowed you something to read and remember a fond song while up in the middle of the night with medical issues.

[Lorry]

This has quite a gothic, old-english feel to it and I had to read it three times before I stopped replacing words like cracked with crack-ed, like in the whole olde world English, where we have learned through bad teachings phrases like ye older world shoppe we're only written like that but said exactly the same as we do now, like the old world shop, which is how you would say it back then too. The Y in ye was never pronounced as a Y, because it isn't nor wasn't a Y, it was called a thorn and only ever pronounced as a Y in the modern world of now.
But anyhoo, a very connectable write, where things like emotions are thought but not spoken about...Well, not out loud anyway, just in case the spy bots we welcome into our lives like Google and alexa, turn us into actors playing a character we are not, like in the Truman show.
So we all go on believing our own Facebook lies that life is perfectly emotionless, as we selfie ourselves to death in the hope that someone believes the veneer is actually real.
It also bizzarely reminds me of George Orwell, but not 1984...that maybe it is right that two feet bad, four feet good!
It's either that or I ate too much blue cheese before bed! ☺

[Poetic Beauty]

Or maybe swallowed the blue pill or was it the red one. Oh hell both make purple my favorite color lol

[Lorry]

Maybe the purple pill is the one that let's you escape both realities and let's you escape to REALWORLD ™ ☺
If there is a heaven it better not have wi-fi! or I'm resigning! ☺

[Poetic Beauty]

I’m with you on that

[Jibey]

Our moods change with the weather... from febrile heat to soothing damp, from driving passion to lounging easement.. Like a roller-coaster... up and down... until we come to rest. The beast cannot be tamed.

[Poetic Beauty]

I wrote this one and the one I posted yesterday on the same night or started the second one and finished it last night.

[Jibey]

Inspired by rain...

[Poetic Beauty]

Yes I love the sound of rain and the feel of rain on my skin. It’s soothing and magical