Rainy moments on a brutal hot day
Should refresh us
Should remind us of all that is good
In the world. In our world.
But do rainy thoughts really work that way
Or just remind us of how parched we are
In a beautifully cruel sun struck way
Leave us awaiting the dark cool days that come our way
And appreciating them for what they are
Perhaps some days
Perhaps some day
[sc 6.14.2010]
Can you bleed to death from paper cuts?
The ones that have cut at your soul
Ones that have cut into your heart more than you can possibly know
Then one day you see something that presses at the wound again
And you begin to bleed, all over again.
[sc 6.13.2010]
The rain beats upon the earth
Shattering the drops with force
Tearing at the cracks
Forced upon the world
Arid and dry
Beat upon
By relentless sun
But does being what it is
Doing what it does
Make it cruel
Make it more than what it is
[sc 6.10.2010]
The rain falls hard against the window
Lashing against the world it falls
Lashing against my world
Tell me, can you withstand the force it brings
Without getting wet
Without getting soaked
Without the crashing at your heart and soul
We know the sun always comes at some point
Tell me, is it enough
To dry the deluge that’s fallen
Is it enough
Is it ever enough
[sc 6.12.2010]
The moments of our lives
Spread out as pearls in our hand
Silken knots holding them together
As heartbeats hold our days.
More fragile, tenuous, and precious
Than our busy lives comprehend
Or want to face perhaps
Until a knot unspools or breaks
Leaving jewels spilling thro’ our hands
Unable to grasp them back
Not realizing the preciousness
Until they were spread out around us and rolling away
[sc 6.10.2010]
