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Chalmette Guy Senior Member
since 2009-03-11
Posts 1257Louisiana 
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Going without food leads to a starving Madness cuts to the marrow in the bone Without a drop to drink, a thirst Without oxygen breathing becomes life As each day descends into night You long for the rains to come wash over And flood over and through you A series of waves, shudders that shake the core Pulsations of silky smooth heat Seizures in rapid fire succession Your levees of suppression fail and break In wetness explosions, fullness inundate More water comes to flood And drown all within your mind The gates of repression are destroyed To rebuild again some other dry day |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
I've spent the past 5 minutes copying first one line and then another... finally realizing I was repeating your entire poem. *S* Fantastic work!! Even a hurricaneaphobic/storm-scaredy-cat like I've become could welcome such a deluge as this with blissful disregard for later rebuilding! *S* |
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
now you're talkin! *whew* that is my kind of rain  "You long for the rains to come wash over And flood over and through you A series of waves, shudders that shake the core Pulsations of silky smooth heat" oh yeah....  |
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Chalmette Guy Senior Member
since 2009-03-11
Posts 1257Louisiana |
For those of us who've been through hurricanes like us, we say, "Bring it". *S* Thanks. |
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Chalmette Guy Senior Member
since 2009-03-11
Posts 1257Louisiana |
Yeah Susan...maybe with the metaphor I should have posted in Adult. lol Oh well. Glad you liked this 'rain'. |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
And I won't even say her name... But I can guess the inspiration. I don't know if you're still in the Metro New Orleans area, but there's a bizarre vibe, even now, before that summer sun griddle starts to sizzle... There's an edge around town, and you, me, and some others have a surreal sort of bond in the aftermath. And that is truth even when used as a metaphor.  And a slight chuckle...I suggested to the folks at the bar last week that we take our collective chips on our shoulders, stack 'em up, and build levees to rival the Netherlands. You write of the haunting very well, lovie. Home is...where y'at. <--I should sell t-shirts. *grin* |
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Chalmette Guy Senior Member
since 2009-03-11
Posts 1257Louisiana |
Thank you K, but the flood I had in mind while writing this was of another nature. I am in the Baton Rouge area. I couldn't go too far from home, now could I? Still not far enough from the coast though when the winds come roaring in. |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
laughing here I can't seem to get it outta my head. But if you're ever on the Westbank? Well, I've taken to singing it's a beautiful day in the barrio.  |
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