Washed Away Clean

The beautiful cleansing of the trees

As the earth quakes from up above

The chilling thoughts

Of homemade childhood rugs and blankets

As you curled up safe and warm

In awe of the storms

An ant in a sea from over head

The sky a blanket of grey with blueish hue

Somehow expansive not as claustrophic

As being overcast on a hot day

You are more in touch

The eye between your vision eyes

Opened wide with a purple gleam

You can feel the energy

Between you and the Mother

The trees shiver and drip

In colourful focus even on dull background

You can't explain how visual and audible and tactile

Everything is with mere contrast alone

You are haunted by loving ghosts

Of childhoods in the forests

When you could first see

What mother and father were closed off to

Marvelling at the power that could erase

At a whim

The life of toys you've accumulated

All gone

Washed away clean

Reviews

[C.m.v.]

Great imagery, depth and emotion.

[Courtney Hough]

This is so gorgeous. You did a wonderful job showing the beauty and power of mother nature. The flow was very exquisite.

[Maggie]

Aw. A lovely painting of a child and his mother, comforted by blankets and the power of growing up. I had a sharp imagery of rain while I was reading this, soft and falling from the trees. Beautiful and clean it reads.

[B.J]

Great work, a powerful story of life.

[Not Your Typical New Yo..]

Though it's about a powerful storm, it's almost surreal poetry. This one really blew me away. Thanks for sharing.

[Pryde Foltz]

Marvelling at the power that could erase
At a whim
The life of toys you've accumulated
All gone
Washed away clean

Masterful write, Luke. Really beautiful and spiritual. Nature heals but she is mercurial girl with her pleasure and her punishment.

[Luke L]

thank you very much, Pryde