A billion raindrops
fall like all the promises
you forgot you made,
cold, tired, soaked to my bones
I seek trumpets in the storm.
Tag: rain
Paper Towers
Lured
They wait
As lies fold
Up a fortress
Of paper towels
To fight the furling rain,
Gusting like old promises
To race the edge of reasoning,
We are the blurring syntax written,
Ruched towers tear the torrents beginning.
Antonia Sara Zenkevitch
#FreeForm Friday Round up and Prompt
Hello all, Below is the wonderful round-up of last week’s #FreeFormFriday prompt, exploring the art of free form and combined form. Many thanks to contributors. Apologies for being slightly delayed today, life overtook events. From now on I’ll be running this fortnightly. If you would like to join in I’d love to hear from…
Signals
I love the rain spiral
senses encompassing animation,
satellite clouds, and clouds
displayed in white
in grey telemetry,
You love, the soft rain at night,
cold and warmth, tickle soft matter,
the interplay between pressure,
a means of guiding
receptors
placed in the injured part,
in this work, we fabricate one
love the just, visible,
forecast invisible intensity
from sunset to sunrise,
both play a role,
signals traveling
a spinal radar,
ignoring the pain
we love for the last hour,
signals from the skin;
low-symmetry particles
with shapes, spirals,
spirals, spirals,
yellow altitudes,
fluid, few to overcast
blue, blue, blue
gusts are green,
you, love,
the spiral …
To Thrive
the circus
of would-bes and was
held within
hushed chorus
spilling into each other
in needed trust, begin,
Antonia Sara Zenkevitch 