the shack

skyeriverwinter
skyeriverwinter Posts: 1,908
edited June 2011 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
brought to her knees
slumped over in a puddle
torrential rains fall
grey skies and clouds surround
each rain drop echoes
in her ears...inward and outward
her long braided hair hangs
obscures her face
touching the ground
emptiness overflows
the form of tears and rain
her gaze falls to the earth
ripples reaching longing
to find home
the shack upon the side
of the road
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  • StillHere
    StillHere Posts: 7,795
    sad
    good
    and
    sad
    peace,
    jo

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  • skyeriverwinter
    skyeriverwinter Posts: 1,908
    thanks...actually this is based on a painting I am working on...she seemed to need words...
  • StillHere
    StillHere Posts: 7,795
    skyeriverwinter wrote:
    thanks...actually this is based on a painting I am working on...she seemed to need words...


    oooo love to see it when you're done :)
    peace,
    jo

    http://www.Etsy.com/Shop/SimpleEarthCreations
    "How I choose to feel is how I am." ~ EV/MMc
    "Some people hear their own inner voices with great clearness and they live by what they hear. Such people become crazy, or they become legends." ~ One Stab ~
  • tremors
    tremors Posts: 8,051
    Wow I love it when you write like this srw - I too would love to see the painting
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    Send my credentials to the house of detention

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  • mysticweed
    mysticweed Posts: 3,710
    skyeriverwinter wrote:
    brought to her knees
    slumped over in a puddle
    torrential rains fall
    grey skies and clouds surround
    each rain drop echoes
    in her ears...inward and outward
    her long braided hair hangs
    obscures her face
    touching the ground
    emptiness overflows
    the form of tears and rain
    her gaze falls to the earth
    ripples reaching longing
    to find home
    the shack upon the side
    of the road


    damn this is good
    fuck 'em if they can't take a joke

    "what a long, strange trip it's been"

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