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Rain

Its Raining
Ive beenup all nite
Drops hit the windshield
But i still feel the wind

Little droplets..not yet full fledged
Cling deperately to the glass
Little ones added up..Aurora,a rainbow on the glass
The big ones
They,unafraid
Fall like tears

They are not unhappy
They catch the light and make little meteorites of water
They are about their business
They rise
They fall

In turn
Rise again
Mayhap they will land on your wind shield
And
I wonder
What will they turn out to be?

Another just slid down the cheek of the truck
Many little drops..congregation?
A conflagration of little stars.

The heavens are jealous
Here comes many,many more
Some,dance
Some,shine
Some glitter

All...
Are Beautiful.

We Spiney sort
Are all of us,little stars in a constellation
We are all sitting
Rising
Falling....
But we are all together..
Beautiful.
William Garza
Spine-Health Mod
erator

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  • What a beautiful line.

    For me this poem was a metaphor of when I have a good therapeutic cry.
    I like that you said the rain was about business, not unhappy. I do feel that way sometimes, that I cry not because I'm unhappy, but to grieve through a situation to cleanse. So while they pour, they do their job.

    I also hear the metaphor of each of us as raindrops when I read this. That means a great deal to me especially right now. I forgot two important tasks yesterday. I don't forget things. I'm type a after all. So forgetting makes me feel like I'm losing it. I then logged in to spine land to see I am not alone! I'm not the only one. My kind know exactly why I feel so heartbroken at such an inconsequential moment. In real life my family is like, no big deal..you will get to the tasks. And they are right. But you all, you know it is one more thing. one more affect of the medicine, which I take for the pain. I like to feel like I run a tight ship, that I can keep up. So when one more thing happens, it tips me to sadness.

    So I love this poem ranch hand. I have to get going now. I wrote down a list so I could keep up, run my ship and make myself feel like I'm kinda normal. And I will cry thru the shower as I get ready so I can cleanse and feel beautiful in my new normal
    Happy
  • Sheri76Sheri76 Michigan Posts: 645
    I'm thinking you wrote this one awhile back. I can almost picture you composing it.....wistfully : )

    I'm was just wondering how you process your poems at times. If this inspiration came about from you actually driving your truck, do you record yourself to leave notes? I've had to do that before, by calling my answering machine at home from cell phone in car, leaving my burst of inspiration for myself to continue on when I arrived at home.

    Inquiring minds want to know ; )

    Thanks for sharing!

    I can also see your metaphors 2dgs : )

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  • I had forgotten! Truck driver! Oh I love it all over again! So moving.

    Sheri, what a,good idea to leave self,message when thinking,of something, in the moment. Especially while driving. I always have thoughts to add to my list and forget them later
    Happy
  • I was sitting here,pretty much in the same spot as now lol!
    It was spotty passing showers
    It was music
    It was after i got some abstract immages on Sd card

    Syncronicity
    Liminality
    Moments.

    I usually pulled over if the moment hit me
    Or remembered the highlites of the poem
    And wrote it down when i stopped..if ever.

    Tonite
    I think I will chase you to the edge of Heaven
    And back
    The clouds are a line above the horizon
    A thin line of light
    Between Heaven
    And Earth.

    Tjhat is the seed of a new one.

    Thats how it works.
    Some nite
    Ill pop out the cogent idea...
    William Garza
    Spine-Health Mod
    erator

    Welcome to Spine-Health

  • I can't wait to read it.

    When I was young, and had an amazing spine, sniff sniff..

    I use to go to the end of a dock that sat on water, across from a city.
    What I liked best was to come to that area at twilight
    That was when I saw the layers
    Layers of color between heaven and hell
    And I always wondered what my life would be like and how I was gonna fill those layers
    How I was gonna fill my life.

    I haven't been back to the dock in decades.
    I see the layers during car line
    Errands.. My spine is no longer springy and light.
    Now it's fused solid.

    I can't wait to read what you write about that line in the horizon.
    I think I'm still needing to fill my layers, with my new normal life.
    Happy
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  • Sheri76Sheri76 Michigan Posts: 645
    Can't wait to read the rest, but actually sounds good just like it is....but then you know the rest of the story.
  • Only the wind knows the feel of trees
    Of
    Secret, whispered things
    There is,a sadness
    The leaves...
    Tears
    Bourne by the winters coming chill.

    Theres a sadness that surrounds us
    As,we feel the rain all around us
    The rain falls
    Tne rain fails
    Like tears upon my face

    I dont know the secrets between the trees the wind and falling leaves all around us

    They cover the grounds
    In garish crowds
    In colors beyond measure
    Each alone and helpless

    The wind still whispers
    I listen
    I see
    The "ness" of tree
    It fades away.

    I begin to see
    Each...alone and helpless
    Together

    Do you hear the whispers in the trees
    We are leaves
    Like tears from heaven
    We are tears
    But not alone
    We stare at trees
    And understand the wind.
    William Garza
    Spine-Health Mod
    erator

    Welcome to Spine-Health

  • William GarzaWilliam Garza TexasPosts: 3,866
    edited 09/27/2015 - 10:35 PM
    Only the wind knows the feel of trees
    Of
    Secret, whispered things
    There is,a sadness
    The leaves...
    Tears
    Bourne by the winters coming chill.

    Theres a sadness that surrounds us
    As,we feel the rain all around us
    The rain falls
    Tne rain fails
    Like tears upon my face

    I dont know the secrets between the trees the wind and falling leaves all around us

    They cover the grounds
    In garish crowds
    In colors beyond measure
    Each alone and helpless

    The wind still whispers
    I listen
    I see
    The "ness" of tree
    It fades away.

    I begin to see
    Each...alone and helpless
    Together

    Do you hear the whispers in the trees
    We are leaves
    Like tears from heaven
    We are tears
    But not alone
    We stare at trees
    And understand the wind.
    William Garza
    Spine-Health Mod
    erator

    Welcome to Spine-Health

  • Sheri76Sheri76 Michigan Posts: 645
    Awesome! Autumn is my favorite time of year also. Michigan is most spectacular in that time,...embracing life's seasonal changes.

    Your poem is quite thought provoking.... Adore your choice of words....and it's dimensional meanings, I appreciate.



  • Sheri76Sheri76 Michigan Posts: 645
    Thanks for sharing your poems with us.....helps me see things in a different light at times.....at times your words can take me on a journey within your mind, seemly so similar to mine, but traveling together takes me further, to a special place in time; this moment is something I treasure.

    Sharing moments together, can seem like passing together under a refreshing fall of water, whether in Joy, or in tears....the moment is special because someone was near.
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