rain breaks clouds too dark to see on dark and fills the roads with silence pain draws thighs to abdomen fights seek their end in silence rain breaks against the sunlight, taps windows if there's wind clouds too dark to see on dark obey like kites battered by rain that drowns red maple leaves and fills the roads with silence
Written in response to Big Tent Poetry’s Monday Prompt for 15 November 2010.
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- Two New Poems by Brett Fletcher Lauer (theawl.com)
- Winners Announced for Ninth Annual War Poetry Contest (prweb.com)
- Dialogue with Doubt (confidentwriting.com)
- Taller When Prone by Les Murray – review (guardian.co.uk)
fills the road with silence
Haunting, melodic and visual. This piece rings with lonely.
“fights seek their end in silence” speaks to me, tonight.
There’s More To It Than That
You send me letters
of explanation, sky blue
paper and purple
ink, scented as in
satin, letters to explain
why we’ll just be friends.
I really enjoyed this. Thank you.