saturation

I have no sympathy
for the storm
and though
aware, I am
with misgivings
for thirsty earth and vine

there’s too much rain
this season
and my soul-
a busted dam
helpless and flooded
moves in pieces

grasping for the banks
to no avail
rushing and rushing
without destination
and you, my life jacket,
nowhere to be found

Drowning

Wow, just freaking wow! The image of the soul moving in pieces was really wrenching for me then you drowned me "and you, my life jacket, nowhere to be found" holy hell now that was some awesome imagery and well thought prose.

cool

thanks for the feedback. I wrote this today and after posting it actually felt a little embarassed-worrying it was to cheesy. I feel better now.

thanks again.

Sherry

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