Rain

Riding back home, on an empty shuttle, I sat alone, listening to the silence, the ambient discourse, then I saw a tree, red colored leaves with some golden crisps patterned on its lifeless branches. Then I thought of red drought, then I saw on the windshi

 

 

Poetic Fiction: "This is how gravity defines life on earth; in moon water doesn't touch the surface, thus no life."

 

 

 

The Red Drought

has forgotten the taste of

Poseidon's tears.

 

Oh hundred thousand years, cursed

by the wrath of

Chariot's flaming horses.

 

Autumn withers in devilish

wind that burns and scourge.

 

The aftermath became a

solid ash, no trace of blood,

no face of life.

 

Oh emaciated earth, oh

dwell on me no more because

the sea of hope has dried, and

crystals of death became a

tomb.

 

 

...and it fell. 

Reviews

[Dalebear]

Your words in every poem is absolutely amazing you have the ability to get to every feeling of emotion out and state of mind.

well done

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This is good. It says so much. I love the words you chose for the poem. I love the way you ended the poem. It is like it made a complete circle. Nice work!

[Rc R. Vagilidad]

Riding back home, on an empty shuttle, I sat alone, listening to the silence, the ambient discourse, then I saw a tree, red colored leaves with some golden crisps patterned on its lifeless branches. Then I thought of red drought, then I saw on the windshield drops of rain, then I thought of Poseidon, the Moon, the Gravity, the Sun, Summer, Autumn. Words came tickling my desire to write the poem RAIN.