Open Poetry #46 |
Downpours |
Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
I remember the ire of a violent downpour as it pounded upon my own little parade and how the shock o'er laid my body to make of the living a deadly phantom. It´s phantoms that walk the halls and malls the coffee shops, restaurants, bars, seeking the means to cut the cloth wound tight around happiness. I see them and know there's no where to go but back to that little parade where the rain washed everything out and they floundered in mush and slush. If they're like me they don't like to be in a place of no escape but the way to be free is to feel again the full force and effect of downpours. Best do it from a safe house where laughter's the best medicine because everyone laughs after the fact that threatened but didn't kill. It will rain again and I'll feel again but next time perhaps no parades but rather a stroll undaunted out there in the pounding rain! Helen |
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Andrew Scott Member Elite
since 1999-06-24
Posts 2558Redlands,CA,USA |
"but the way to be free is to feel again the full force and effect of downpours." The whole is a solid piece, but I liked these two lines in particular. Definitely get out in the rain, but be careful of those flash floods. They're a killer. I bow to you and yours. "We'll chase them like rats across the tundra." |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Thanks, Andrew! Maybe we only appreciate the sunshine once we've been in the rain - more than once. Helen |
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