Each month, write a new collection.
this rich beautypermeates my soulI soar withinenveloped in itssilky smoothnessat homeyearn for itwhen I am gonerevel in itwhen I can evensplash it with my footamphibian in my soul
I love that last line!!
Thanks. I thought it put a nice cap on it.
And I lived by the seawith all its blazing tidesfoming and churning frothing like a rabid beast And I was challenged by the seathe waves like glassy swords sparkling as glitter shining like a crowned jewel And I blessed the sea guarding its mysterious dark its whispers in the murk keeper of the depth And I delighted in the sea the tinkling of the shore an echo of fluid bells like wind in Poseidon's chimes And I thrived on the seasalt and sand in my veins gritty and sweetin a shell nestled on ice And I lived for the sea with its wind like fingers caressing and scratchingwith invisible claws And I died in the sea her arms cradled me a silent majestic mother swaddled me in darkness And I became the sea blended with its liquid fabric all vengeance and might a current of dreams
This is lovely! I've missed your poems and I am thrilled to see them now!
It's good to be back. Missed you guys :-)
Muse like the rainPitter pat, like a caton the top of the roofPitter pat, pat-patThe rain falls soft at first if you listen for it pitter pat Pitter pat, pat-patIt then gets harder to ignorethe sound is faster than beforeLike bacon frying in the pan waiting for the grease to splatterlisten to the pitter patpitter pat, pat, patcrispy bacon curling at the bottom of the frying panLike the sound against the windowpane as sheets of rain tickle the glass whispering names of little lost souls lost in the rain insane as it goesCutting down all sound the rainsounds like the muse examiningthe pain of droplets usedThe music of the rainThe sheets it speaks full of leaflets and wanes coming on stronger the rain drops cameSpeaking like the smooth sound of paper crinkling up to the shape of the can as the melody lingersafter the rain is thrown down the draininto the garbage into the way it camedown the gutter onto the pavement asyou hear it drip drip drip and then it no longer lingers
That's great Daryl. Love the sound imagery happening here!