Pure Lunacy

[Crazy Horse]

I'm going to dive right in and share a recent poem I wrote but my excuse is too much alcohol I am ususally pretty shy about my writing, so I hope you don't give me grief!


Pure lunacy they cry
From the outside,
Yet are not party to the shelter
Inside, destiny under a battered tin roof
Where sheets of rain beat
Collecting in mirrored pools
In the undulation of corrugated iron.
And we listen now with wavering pulse
Amidst uncertain friends,
Huddled together
Yearning for comfort towards a central heart
And not denied.

Here under heaven?s natural percussion
Time is delayed and
We are granted an audience with our minds
A slow-drift back over memories,
Passing by dark nights and mountains
To a certain cultivation
That dwells blooming on the valley floor, where
Long dead emotions are rising
As a resurrection
Of white candles
Offered in love, peace and grace
A light to another?s element that
Brings fire to our souls

 

[ACROB@T]

Inside, destiny under a battered tin roof
Where sheets of rain beat
Collecting in mirrored pools
In the undulation of corrugated iron

Here under heaven?s natural percussion
Time is delayed and
We are granted an audience with our minds

Passing by dark nights and mountains
To a certain cultivation
That dwells blooming on the valley floor, where
Long dead emotions are rising

A light to another?s element that
Brings fire to our souls

 

[BabyGrace]

this has a soft, peaceful, hypnotic feel to it, almost like the sound of the rain you spoke of in the poem. beautiful tone

welcome to you as well, all these new people

 

[zooropamanda]

Where sheets of rain beat
Collecting in mirrored pools
In the undulation of corrugated iron.

I love the imagery and the way you work the words in to each other.
This is a great piece and thanks for sharing it.