Poem: Coming home at twilight


Coming home at twilight
 storm clouds gently hued
 intrude upon me
 purple, mauve and blue
 reflect ego's bruise

Whelming sorrow gathers
 drops accumulate
 oblate and shatter
 like the worlds I make
 liquesced in the rain

Lightning shocks awaken
 all the broken things
 that cling to almost
 cleansed in pelting streams
 recycled pipe dreams

Coalescing me
 thunder jolts the nerve
 return to balance
 life is too absurd
 regroup, retry…learn

Copyright 2003-2015 Grace Lindsay. This is an original work by Grace, if you wish to publish it please contact her.

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