rain meets the ground
soaking down
filling up
the deep thirst
of the earth
And I lay in wait.
Hundreds, thousands
of tiny droplets
fall around my head
each echoing
the cyclical nature of things we want
versus things we need:
a constant ebb and flow
of desire and temperament
racing within
causing my deepest sighs
as I reconcile
which one you are
how to temper you
but on this soft soaked ground
surrounded by the sound
of raindrops,
who have seen more
than we all have seen:
like the deserts
turning into sea
and back again
I know there is no taming
what was always there
Comments 1
Rikki Jean – This is a lovely and heartfelt piece. You have done a beautiful job (as in many of your works) of mixing the elements of nature with the elements of the human soul. My one suggestion would be to watch your punctuation and capitals. This is sometimes hard in poetry because there isn’t always a set format, one of my own struggles, but pick one and try to stay consistent throughout. Love your work – excited to see much more from you!
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