huddle

raindrops lost

in the wind

infinities count 

their blessings

the city huddles

against the storm

Reviews

[.]

yeah
and we wait
for storms to leave
we wait for relief
countless times
cringing cities can only cringe
cringing cities can't fight storms
blessings are a blessing
for we can count them
while we wait for storms to pass
else we'd have nothing to count
and nothing to count on

[John Jackson (El Juero)]

Six lines, blow my mind. Simplicity, within Mensa level intellect.

Love it1

[Siddhartha]

and the rain...did it come?...to wash away the memories of a hazy past....

[Nothing Personal]

waiting for it
glad it didn't hit
and the day was saved.

This to me, creates a sense of togetherness within the city as a whole as if the storm is one big bad evil force which the city stands up to..

[em]

- maybe it's raining profound poems - it's a rare vision - and you see it so well - and render it so delicately! -

[poetic soul]

nice one!

[Sweet_pale_cacophony]

Everyone is always huddling against the inner storm..
Insightful words.

[.]

simple words with depth..no mean feat

[Elizabeth]

simple and poignant... love this.

[Narnie]

I love the word huddles. I call that lieing in bed in the morning feeling 'scrumbles'. There is comfort in the city, floudering in the raindrops. Sheesh, I'm talkative this morning, haha. Sorry. :) You do these small thoughts in such a big way. Very beautiful.

[Alicante lullaby]

How little and lovely....