Saturday, February 15, 2014

a verse for a rainy saturday

i am sitting here on a rainy cold saturday almost afternoon---and wanting to write-----hmmm it just hit me---i am going to try my hand at my first love---of writing that is---poetry


a shunning thought entered her head as she wrestled to find a comfortable position---what would the answer be---who would tell her----it really didn't matter---at this point little did--

some would accuse her of a rebellious heart--others would or could empathize---though unfortunately they likely did not share this with anyone

she knew things and knew that meant she knew little-----maybe that is where this desolate presence had entered----at the realization of a sort of futility to be left with

the menacing skies seemed to be whispering----we are enveloping you---there is ultimately no escape---she knew better

while yes there was truth in the unknown and bitterness just beyond that first delectable taste--

her peace would beckon her back to reality----her hope of a shadow standing right in front of her---struggling to be seen and explain

12 comments:

  1. To hold a tangible hope is everything.

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  2. I like the words you used: Menacing skies. It all sounds so desolate and hopeless.

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    1. that's what the situation wanted her to think or life--but she knew better--thanks sherry--nice to hear from you---coming over now for a long over-due visit!

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  3. There's so much hope here. Nice work, Lynn!

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  4. i am glad you saw the hope--thanks dana:)

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  5. Rain seems to bring out the "romantic" verse in me as well. Snow... well, snow brings out the psychopath. So that's a story for a different day. :)

    Great writing BTW. :)

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    1. haha i know about that snow reaction juli! thanks :)

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  6. Lynn, pens, a rebellious heart.
    Isolation is being apart.
    A claustrophobic feeling of envelopment,
    is anything but heaven sent.
    Reality returns, not comatose !,
    Thank you Lynn,
    I like this prose.


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  7. Ooh! I especially loved the truth behind this line: She knew things and knew that meant she knew little... Beautiful, Lynn.

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  8. yay i really liked that line too---thanks crystal :)

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