Tag: Rain
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It’s Been A While
It’s been a while since I’ve felt the sun. Daily precipitation grows more intense. Finding my sense of direction, moving away from the storm yet, tethered to the chaotic attraction. Thunder without the touch of lightning. All I have is the rain.
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September 28, 2022
Thunder and lighting stormed the morning sky. We took to the roads with caution. It would be nice to get hired for a decent-paying job that matches the job description used for the job posting. Who am I kidding? It would be nice to retire with very little debt and visit places on my bucket […]
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September 13, 2022
Monday felt weird. I didn’t hear from my boss, and she canceled my 1:1 without warning, which was odd. A co-worker is distancing herself from a project I was pulled into. I’m out of the loop on projects that I am tracking. I don’t understand what is happening. The same situation is occurring here that […]
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September 12, 2022
It’s raining. Last night I dreamed I was meeting with my family and blood relatives. I had to escort them out of the building to a new location. Some of them didn’t make it. This morning I took Jaxx outside for his morning relief. After he finished, we started to run inside, but he suddenly […]
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July 31, 2022
It’s raining today; the weather forecast warns of flash flooding in the area. The gray skies were the mood theme for the past two weeks. My dreams lately are confusing and disturbing. Ric Flair is wrestling tonight, his last career match at 73. A possible shock and awe moment. The things we will do for […]
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Dark Matter
It’s raining, the cold taps of moisture on the surface of my skin. A poignant reflection in the puddle ripples changing a simple reality. The morning looks like the evening; in the indigo sky, there is no sense of time.
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Here
I am sitting beneaththe rain of contemplation,wanting a relationshipfree of ridiculous expectations. I dream of nightswith intimate conversations.I want to experience companionshipwithout stipulations. I am longing for the sunshine.
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Vagabond
There is an emptiness, I can’t explain. An old man who lost his optimism and now covered in disdain. I’m a vagabond seeking refuge. I don’t know where I belong; I want to go home.
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Saturated
Rain and fog; this gloomy saturation permeating my warm flesh. Expectation registered an inaccurate forecast.
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Autumn Dance
Urban ballet in the fall music within the umber leaves rainfall gives applause. ——– Limping gingerly; movement refusing tip-toes Doctor Scholl’s are nice.
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Chaotic
We felt the rain; sentiment drenched in humidity. The storm uncontained; becomes beautiful chaos in the sky.
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Precipitation
An unsettling presence lingering. Rain continues falling; the forecasts contradict the reality. The unwanted saturation. The mood a morning fog. The unexpected moments washing away pieces of the soul.
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Out There
I put myself out there, leaving the comfort of familiarity. The population is oblivious to my presence. I am at a crossroad, standing in the shadow of conflict. The ground is soft and barely holds my weight. I feel the drops of reality raining on my dreams. The moments quickly disintegrate, becoming unnoticeable.
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History
It’s happening again; these wayward feelings seeking comfort in the night. Listening to the rain beckoning a return to dreams; expectations whispering in our ears. These long summer nights are coming to an end; the promise is a lie that we hoped to obtain. We said goodnight to hide the truth; we will never see […]
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Waiting for the Storm
She shares a promise That her life Will be different Nobody believes Her words She is humiliated By their laughter And ridicule Despair produces Her tears She waits for The storm despite Their flawed wisdom Faith releases Her mind She sees the signs As the summer heat Touches the overcast sky Anticipation cloaks Her […]
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Pot of Gold
We despise the sunset; the night taunts our sanity. Twilight beckons our slumber; we are not ready to sleep. We seek the sunrise; the day pretends to matter. Gusting winds hide our voices; pouring rain drowns our presence. Time spent walking, on the wrong side of the road. Meaning is a pot of gold at […]
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Every Time It Rains [Video]
My poem comprised in a video. The original post found here https://writenowandlater.com/2015/10/07/every-time-it-rains/
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