the storm was always waiting
in steel bruise colors hanging
on the cusp of July
obscuring the lines between
the horizon
and I
didn't smell the coming rain
but rather cast her shadows
on my tongue like dreams
of drowning gulping grief
on it's knees inhaling copper
swallowed bleeding heavy
lead like in my chest
for the shallow love of lungs
we could never grow the gills
always inhaling doubt and flailing
this wretched oxygen
and I
needed breath beneath the flood
they made mockeries of our thunder
shaking stones from our foundation
cut us up in pieces with her
ribbons of jagged light
whose burning wire would rend
the skies separate into schisms
unmendable lies of memories
beaten by her stoning stars
until I could not remember
what stars were ever good for
when our tidal waves collide
smudge the edges of you
and I
swore by July colors hanging
on the corners of your eyelids
never smelled the coming rain
and you already lashing
at the surface leaves for air
too aching late for bones that whimper
of the storms that simmer there
where we are edgeless water
kicking feet at lightning
I always hoped that I could float
enough for you
and I
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Author:
Heather T (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Playing around a bit.
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Comments8
I get you..i think..keep it coming
I think you do. And...I could sop that baby up with a biscuit. How CUTE.
If this is "playing around a bit.." I cannot wait to see what will happen when you get serious!
Love the right/left combination, love the poem, and as usual, your writing is superb.
Thank you, dear Fred. It looked alright on my PC, but not so sure on mobile, lol. I'm glad you saw more than a big mouth full. I think tomorrow I'll go short.
Really deep poem, a lovely read
Thank you for plumbing the depths, CK. I appreciate you.
Now you listen to me, and you listen good! This is marvelous! The repetition, the repeated use of certain words. "You and I" adds such a wonderful touch to each line that sits beside it. You've outdone yourself, bravo!
Aw, gosh. I really do appreciate it, Nicholas. I had hoped that it read right, and with your comments I will consider it a success. Your "bravo" smiled my day 😊
"Grow gills", "wretched oxygen", pretty cool "playing around"
"Grow gills", "wretched oxygen", pretty cool "playing around"
Howy cwap! I weft out the w, Augustus. Thank you for the pretty cool. Shnikey, where was spellchecker when I needed it.
my birthday is in july.
Happy early or late born on date, dear!
I loved the imagery and poetic depth, as well as the story! It was an adventure to read. It made me think of the words of Rumi,
"Poetry can be dangerous, especially beautiful poetry, because it gives the illusion of having had the experience without actually going through it." Amazing write, your poem is! Tyfs!
Aah Rumi...I had a poet friend that passed on that was a tremendous Rumi fan. His name was Ali Khaghani. Thank you for your kind review.
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