Be kind….
…. words don’t rewind
When the downpour ends,
In the barren wilderness-like moors,
The silence swells, fills the void,
A hushed breath over drenched earth.
Pick up the internal slack,
Bring about an emotional tension,
Face the day, the prospects of oncoming ones.
Emerge, soaked but whole.
Tears, the only external evidence,
Of having lived a life.
They fall, carving paths on skin,
Existence ceases, if only for a moment.
The fresh after-rain,
Brings a moist clarity,
Fills in the cracks,
Mends the broken places.
On the moors, the grass whispers,
Soft secrets of rebirth.
Each drop, a promise,
Each tear, a renewal.
The horizon stretches, endless,
Hope seeping into the soil.
From the downpour's end,
A new beginning, tender, fragile.
In the barren moors,
Life whispers softly,
In the language of rain,
And the silence it leaves behind.
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This writing began in April 2020… were we on lockdown back then? Can’t really remember now…
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Comments9
Soft, tender, a rebirth. A poem of growth from sadness. Solace from the storm. All of this and much more in this poem. Very carefully crafted and written, it reads smoothly and well.
Hey Soren, glad that read well. I wasn’t quite sure about it, hence taking it a while to simmer. It was birthed from an earlier (juvenalia) series of poems aimed at capturing that Bröntean feel. Thanks kindly 🙏🏻
............................... Beautiful .. Neville 👍👍
Thanks N 🙏🏻
Timely again! We' could be in for a soaking after the heat.
Everything in moderation! But knowing us humans… so desperately in need of saving. If all good news led to that Roman Cross, many still shall be found.
People have paths they have lived and will live, and there is no hope for them unless the dots are connected, but it is very nice that a route is shown to fill in the problems there.
Connecting dots, I like that very much. Thank you kindly 🙏🏻
Wow! Knowing this was written in April 2020, during beginning pandemic, adds a ton this already impactful poem. A wonderful write my friend that shows hope in the midst of sadness and seeming hopelessness. Brilliant and beautiful! 🌹👏
That’s correct, Tristan! Thanks for jogging my memory. We were returning from Galilee, the last flight in before they closed the borders! Crazy times, they were. Thanks again 🙏🏻
They were indeed! You are very welcome, my friend! 🙏❤️
Beautiful work.
Thanks TWC 🙏🏻
A very touching and
emotional poem so
eloquently expressed!! 👍
Strong feelings and
message,, just resonates
with greatness!! Love it! 🤩
Thanks for sharing, much enjoyed!!
Best regards ✌️ Thad
Thanks Thad, most appreciated 🙏🏻 Have a blessed Thanksgiving 🦃
The silence after the rainfall is so encompassing arqios, fine words.
Andy
It’s a type of music all its own 🎶 Thanks Andy 🙏🏻
Exquisite poetry 🌹
Thanks Teddy 🙏🏻 Your visit and kind words are truly appreciated.
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