And when the rain came
She would shift in a way that nobody could foresee
It was a primal calling from the wilds
As if drums were beating within her
She sometimes wondered if they could hear them
These drums that made her blood run hot
And her skin flush red
The storms outside became her own inner storms
And she would lose herself in them
When she slept
The storms subsided
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I really liked this. I've never been able to do poetry. I always make it jokey for some reason.
You're definitely better at this than I am.
Great poetry...reminds me that I should write more often than I do. And, noticing the time, that I should be in bed.
YNH - thanks, and nothing wrong with jokey!
Jo-Anne - NOT! I actually wrote this a long time ago and just wanted to put it up here. It's pretty much the only poem I've ever written. Doesn't even rhyme. lol
BEG - thank you. Actually I should be in bed too, I think I'm wired from the trip back to Florida.
Very nice ... thought provoking and visual. I dig it!
Read aloud it sounds like a song. Have you ever written lyrics?
Thanks Cincy!
Anthony - no, If I wrote lyrics they would have to rhyme, and I think that would make me crazy.
Well isn't evreyone in the biz crazy? You and Mariah Carey can have fits together.
I really like this poem. It made me kind of teary. Wait it a minute, I have a really bad hangover so it might be the Jose Cuervo still beating me up. lol
and the storm blows up in her eyes, she will, suffer the needle chill, she's running to stand still
Nice poem kiddo.
Oooooh Anthony...them's fightin' words! Mariah makes me vomit.
Ruben - I am taking great pleasure in making you cry like a little girl. It's really very attractive.
Phoenix - Ah U2. Maybe we could collaborate on an album together... or just go drinking together....that would be good too.
And thanks for the "kiddo"..especially since I'm pretty sure I'm older than you. ;)
Thanks Major, good to be back. Sort of. lol
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