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 provide attribution and a link to the original article. 

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