"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Saturday, December 11, 2010

I Hear the Rain

I hear the rain on my window
almost like it is asking to come in,
its watery fingers knocking on the glass.

Thunder grumbles in the distance
walking ever closer with
with its cane of lighting bolts.

I sit my heart broken glass in my chest
cutting my soul into pieces,
the artery of trust severed.

The downpour outside my door
feels the tempest inside of me,
wailing its sympathy in the wind.

In lightening flash the storm
and I share communion.
Mother Nature’s tears join with mine

Huddled in the darkness
I thank her for her empathy,
a sisterhood of heartbreak sharing pain.

©Susie Clevenger  2011


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