M/DeSoto, TX I love poetry. It has been a major source of enjoyment and inspiration for me throughout my life. Many of my poems proceed from my journaling - a main window to my muse. My website is https://www.currierpoems.net/ 319 followers / 21.7k words
We were both feeling a small joy at some long-awaited good news our conversation crept in a soft light but then you drifted into your dark valley of anger and angst, life circumstance overtaking you like a black cloud full of rain and lightning.
The momentum of this moment ****** me into your pain but how could I choose otherwise and still say I love you?
The drab day is clothed in gray yellowed grass lays silently soaking up rain patiently awaiting a distant spring not yet ready to sing its lively green. Hoping for inspiration I almost overlooked your present virtue - patience.
Here it is right at hand nothing startling or grand but it seems such a climb to simply take….. my……... time.
Written after reading RK's poem "With Reverence," [ https://hellopoetry.com/poem/4158264/with-reverence/ ] in which she speaks of a pacemaker surgery procedure. Such a procedure of the heart tends to get one's attention and gives a greater appreciation of the importance of treasuring every moment on this beautiful tortured planet.
Gently softly now I float a small wispy whitish cloud unto your ocean
A senryu, like a haiku, is a three-line 17 syllable Japanese poetic form that focuses on human nature, usually consisting of three lines, with syllables as follows: 5, 7, 5.
Every letter I type is a drop of me eyes so full of life they drop a tear and in that bead that pearl rolling down my cheek is sadness, joy, care or grief the sweat of my heart.
There's ether in the cloud at the bottom of the hill. Birthdays come and go, and they seal the deal. Feelings change with the wind, but time is real. It's a thief, and it likes to steal.