A steady drum on
the roof of my heart
springs a leak
water falls frenzy
breaching trusted
trusses tremble
walls wail
slippery slopes
slide sideways
thunder flashes
blinding
lightning crashes
deafening
words trickle
like a rain chain
pulling raging rivulets
from the roof
of my heart
onto tierra verde
I catch a glimpse
of what cannot
seen
intrinsic
in the raindrops
drip drip dripping
off my hair
onto
parched feelings
it feels good
to be out
in the rain.
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Colleen Walters
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When Big Bands Played on every station 📻
When big bands ruled the world, with live broadcast each night. A slow world. A sentimental world. A world that believed in God. In LOVE. A world after the war that appreciated the small things, the community and most importantly family above all else. What a beautiful world that was of values. If we could only add progression to old school morality then maybe one would have less suffering. A book I read often from the 1950 states “if suffering made the world wise, a wise world it would be” after the world wars what a wise world we were becoming. If progression could meet slowness, like the Italian say “the art of doing nothing” what a peaceful world we would have. Big Bands brought in peace in a time the world didn’t know the end, each night the news goes off, did a love one die? Is your family now just a Jayne or Joe doe somewhere out there? Well forget your troubles we are all in this together- here is Glenn Miller and his Big Bands singing it’s a blue world, the moonlight serenade begins for a hour where you forget your troubles and melt in with the big band. Once the war was over those late night broadcasts became coming home dances. For a moment to me that was a beautiful world. Radio Days. Glenn miller and his orchestra playing live lifting spirits. A beautiful world that must had been for that moment. To be alive and to be appreciative of every second God Has given you.
By La Regina💗Kallie Venturini❤️about 12 hours ago in Poets
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How beautiful - Raindrops drip drip dripping off my hair. Well Done!!!
Beautiful and peaceful.
Love the video and the poem as well. 😊❤️
Beautiful ❤️
This was sooo beautiful. Loved both your poem and the video!
The rain is the fireworks of the gods. The pattering sound of the raindrops is the cracking sound of the fireworks. Fireworks are set off once at each station