Thirst
Water
is the cry that croaks
(this desperate whisper barely chokes)
from parched and rasping dustlined throats
that crave a balm which cools and coats—
the gliding flow of
water.
Insomnia
Dark water tapping in my brain
staccato dancing of the rain
it beats my bedroom window pane
I listen from my bed.
A wicked trickle in my mind
that leaves no solace left to find
a dreaded dripping still enshrined
it echoes in my head.
And so I lie awake, alone
and listen to the drumming drone
of rain against the window blown
and clutch at sleep that's fled.
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5 comments:
I like the parallels drawn. They complement.
The first one reminded me of our poor front yard, all choked and dehydrated from a drought here.
The second one is so well done as well, although I find myself lulled to sleep by the pitter-patter of rain...
CG - I think your piece "Insomnia" is very well written -- and great fun to read aloud. Very nice job... ;)
You write so incredibly beautifully! I love the flow of your words and the wonderful rhyming. Both poems totally bring to life the sound and sensation of water -- both in its thirst and in the rain. Perfect!
Glad to have chanced upon your blog. You're such a gifted writer! Keep at it. ;p
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