After a thunderstorm
rain leaves behind only
the steady beat of
drip, drip from the eaves
When a heart breaks
sadness slips over eyelids
in silence.
“It is such a secret place, the land of tears.”
~ Antoine de Saint-Exupery, writer
(1900 - 1944)
Writing daily about my journeys through books, movies and plays along with poetry, story, or an occasional wander into ideas, opinions or rants.
After a thunderstorm
rain leaves behind only
the steady beat of
drip, drip from the eaves
When a heart breaks
sadness slips over eyelids
in silence.
“It is such a secret place, the land of tears.”
~ Antoine de Saint-Exupery, writer
(1900 - 1944)
You don’t need to run away
You don’t need to cry
Clouds will do that for you
Their tears trickle down in
a fine mist or
full fat drops
Wind blows them away
Pushes them onto the next
prairie or woodland
mountains or out to sea
the sun is allowed to shine
in skies clear and blue
or velvet black with
star shine and crescent moon
You don’t need to run away.
You don’t need to cry.
“My courage does not depend on the weather.”
~ Mary Anne Radmacher, author
Here I am
on a blank page
wondering
which words go together
too many words come at me
all at once
not blocked
merely too many good ideas
or were they really good?
or just a disparate word
scribbled on the page with
the oomph knocked out of it,
maybe even the why of it vanished.
“The clouds don’t overthink; they just drift.”
~ Avijeet Das, poet and writer