Wednesday, May 13, 2015

A Poem Draft

Torrent

My thoughts are falling like the rain,
with thunder interlaced, and piercing light,
with murmurs of the waters as they run
through silent street and empty parking lot.

My shoulders ache; inside my heavy head
the pressure builds, then cracks across the height;
it rumbles through the air, this weight I've had
upon my soul, that I have come to hate.

And yet, from torrent-rains come health and green;
look out when storm is passed, and all has grown.