17.7.11

Photo by Rosie Hardy
Fascinated
I watched
our dreams burn down and ash

I wrapped our wounds in 
curtain
hearts spasmed
as so did the glass

windows imploding
God's breath rushing in
to chill our feverish skin

And I walk
from the corner
imagining rain clouds
will wash this away

Posted by wanderer above the mist at 17.7.11
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6 comments:

  1. dustusJuly 17, 2011 at 11:04 AM

    Love the notion of a cleansing rain after a surreal and destructive dreamscape. Great work. Thank you, Kelly.

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  2. ReflectionsJuly 17, 2011 at 11:05 AM

    This one speaks of raw pain, hoping to wash it away like a bad dream... well penned.

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  3. AnonymousJuly 17, 2011 at 11:40 AM

    And I walk
    from the corner
    imagining rain clouds
    will wash this away

    Potent image!

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  4. Jhon BakerJuly 17, 2011 at 12:46 PM

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  5. AnonymousJuly 17, 2011 at 12:47 PM

    yeah, good write - I like a prompted poem that stands well on its own. This does that well.

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  6. Brian MillerJuly 17, 2011 at 1:48 PM

    whew bet that rain will be a relief...kinda got images of the eminem rhianna song...

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