A Place For All This Love
8.31.05
Each drop of rain
Hits the pavement outside my window
With a sound of its own.
There is weight to each drop,
Messages the sounds are sending.
With each blink of my eyes
Something flickers in the corners
Of my mind.
Colors,
Energy,
And hope
Are dancing together -
Welcoming my secret.
There is all this love
Buried deep within me.
It is marinating,
Getting stronger,
Bigger,
More ominous -
Harder to ignore.
It was once trapped
Solely in my heart.
It has grown
Into my organs,
Flowed through my veins,
Fallen through my limbs,
And consumed the inside of me.
It has become
All that I see, hear, and feel.
It has become
A desperate need,
A violent longing -
Something within me
Begs for the expression
Of this radiant emotion.
With each word out of my mouth,
Each searching glance at the world around me,
All this love
Wants more and more
To find a home.
The rain calls to me,
Pulls me out onto the street.
I’m full of this potential for greatness -
Wanting to pour myself into someone else,
Like the sky pouring itself upon the world.
It is emptying its emotion,
It’s love;
It’s pain;
It’s glory -
Onto the earth that needs it.
I want to give myself
To someone who wants me,
To someone who needs me,
To someone who will take care of me.
To someone who will show me,
That there’s a reason worth having
All this love.














Devious Comments
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The wallpaper and I are fighting to the death, one of us will have to go.
Oscar Wilde
Exquisite poem... one of my favorites of yours.
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*deeds cannot dream what dreams can do*
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The wallpaper and I are fighting to the death, one of us will have to go.
Oscar Wilde
its a rich beautiful read
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I love your comments and your textures
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The wallpaper and I are fighting to the death, one of us will have to go.
Oscar Wilde
"Like the sky pouring itself upon the world.
It is emptying its emotion,
It’s love;
It’s pain;
It’s glory -"
Such vivid expression...
*sigh*
Thank you!
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The wallpaper and I are fighting to the death, one of us will have to go.
Oscar Wilde
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