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there will be words today or rain I can never seem to tell the difference clouds are forming thoughts swell
preparing for the relief that will come your dreams lay waiting for the sunshine of a smile and the quenching of a word
rain is promised by painted skies
lie back and rest yourself a moment soon the words will fall you will be soaked through by the longing in my voice they will wrap you up and fill you with promised sweetness
It should't grow, its perfect as it is ... I love how you beautifully connected lack of words , to lack of water , dry as the desert , sometimes we feel the emptiness of no words , like praying for the rain to come and wash us all .... all poets can relate to this , we are the words people , we are longing to be heard on dry periods ... only a writer that know how hard it is , not to fid the right words to express the feelings , wait for the rain to come , wet the ground again before the first bloom... thank you for briinging so much beauty into here xx
yes, we shouldn't force things to grow, sometimes we need to lie back and let things unfold and dangle our feet with our hands raised to the infinite skies that shall share its magical message soon soon soon
this savors of mary oliver. i hear it in the same voice that i hear her poetry.
also, this is an image i happen to love. the idea of being wet with words, and also of having them come. they fall over us -often unbidden- i think, rather than spring from within.
This poem made me happy. Simple as that, to think of thoughts as some peaceful summer raincloud waiting to burst. Where I live, I have plenty experience with that. :) The comfort of a realization, or an epiphany... I like it.
to the Lost Boys
I am no Wendy;
but my voice brings you back to me.
And you sit around my feet,
anxious for a story
or a kiss.
Listening to my words
spinning adventures,
like so much g.. more..