- Joined
- Feb 25, 2006
- Messages
- 2,018
- Reaction score
- 417
- Location
- Vermont
- Website
- robynflatley.blogspot.com
A tiny picture for a big poem or prose
- Thread starter Ganesha
- Start date
- Joined
- Feb 25, 2006
- Messages
- 2,018
- Reaction score
- 417
- Location
- Vermont
- Website
- robynflatley.blogspot.com
Different shapes
upon the glass,
Jesus wept.
Are these His tears
cried down from heaven,
or does earth cry up
for redemption
for tender hands
to stroke the clouds.
Water
shed upon the glass
blurs the vision
of the saints.
upon the glass,
Jesus wept.
Are these His tears
cried down from heaven,
or does earth cry up
for redemption
for tender hands
to stroke the clouds.
Water
shed upon the glass
blurs the vision
of the saints.
A. Hamilton
here for a minute...catch me?
Kind Benefactor
Poetry Book Collaborator
Super Member
Registered
if I had a tale to tell
would you hear
it beneath the roar
of the storm
as my story shouts
would you miss
my eyes flashing
and arms waving
hiding behind your fog,
your shroud of pity
you will not see me
you will never hear me
would you hear
it beneath the roar
of the storm
as my story shouts
would you miss
my eyes flashing
and arms waving
hiding behind your fog,
your shroud of pity
you will not see me
you will never hear me
- Joined
- Feb 25, 2006
- Messages
- 2,018
- Reaction score
- 417
- Location
- Vermont
- Website
- robynflatley.blogspot.com
Be my rain drop
that I may watch
you slide and wander
across my bodyscape.
I will be yours
exploring my love
all over your flesh
every rise and fall
We are one drop
and none can say
where I or you
start or end.
that I may watch
you slide and wander
across my bodyscape.
I will be yours
exploring my love
all over your flesh
every rise and fall
We are one drop
and none can say
where I or you
start or end.
The bowl of tears
I cried
saving each
drop
by
drop
have dried
I placed it
gently
on the windowsill
where the breeze
deftly
lifted them out
They rise
to meet the clouds
and rain down
on you
I cried
saving each
drop
by
drop
have dried
I placed it
gently
on the windowsill
where the breeze
deftly
lifted them out
They rise
to meet the clouds
and rain down
on you
Last edited:
Falling
The world blurs
beyond the splatter
of the rain and I
feel the glass
chilled by those
drops; watch my breath
etch clouds
on the pane
and long to
become the rain
to fall gently
from my grace
into the earth
and mingle brown,
rich and muddy
no longer pristine
soft and cradled
one with the world
I left behind
accepted again
with the other
lost bits of
life left here
longing for a
safe return
The world blurs
beyond the splatter
of the rain and I
feel the glass
chilled by those
drops; watch my breath
etch clouds
on the pane
and long to
become the rain
to fall gently
from my grace
into the earth
and mingle brown,
rich and muddy
no longer pristine
soft and cradled
one with the world
I left behind
accepted again
with the other
lost bits of
life left here
longing for a
safe return
I'm gonna hang on
just let the other
drops think they
can just slide on by...
then
GOTCHA!
- Joined
- Feb 25, 2006
- Messages
- 2,018
- Reaction score
- 417
- Location
- Vermont
- Website
- robynflatley.blogspot.com
salty emotion
you betray me
I see your corkscrew curls
the luscious color of brown to blonde
I am sad
you have gone off on me
god I am glad I'm not a man
you betray me
I see your corkscrew curls
the luscious color of brown to blonde
I am sad
you have gone off on me
god I am glad I'm not a man