deepundergroundpoetry.com
Combustible
Compounded sorrow
envelops him in a cloud.
It refuses to rain.
A long drought
follows.
Out of tears,
dehydrated.
The stoic tree of stability.
But if lightning were to strike...
An unpredictable flash,
an unsolicited thrill.
He would ignite.
envelops him in a cloud.
It refuses to rain.
A long drought
follows.
Out of tears,
dehydrated.
The stoic tree of stability.
But if lightning were to strike...
An unpredictable flash,
an unsolicited thrill.
He would ignite.
Published 28th Nov 2017
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 3
reading list entries 0
comments 8
reads 760
Commenting Preference:
The author is looking for friendly feedback.
Anonymous
28th Nov 2017 1:00pm
I love to ignite. Thanks for reminding me!
28th Nov 2017 1:08pm
Anonymous
28th Nov 2017 1:09pm
Magic in the mundane. I love that phrase. There is always magic in the mundane, we just have to find it!
28th Nov 2017 1:12pm
Anonymous
28th Nov 2017 1:13pm
Absolutely. The hardest thing is finding that spark to ignite you.
28th Nov 2017 2:59pm
Very descriptive and nicely penned observational poem. Loved your thought process and metaphors.
Well done.
Well done.
29th Nov 2017 2:33am
28th Jun 2020 2:14pm
