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Cloudburst*
There’s a cloud of words that stirs me,
Restless and reckless,
Like ten thousand voices all at once,
But with one breath it can change the range,
In immortal bliss,
As my heart spills out everything it wants.
It feels incredible and pivotal,
When the first notions are worth recording,
Then I place a light rhyme in its right time,
A feeling that is truly rewarding.
I have a love for words that get me stirred,
A natural fire mad with desire and thirst,
With each verse I lift the curse and dismay,
When my poetry pours from a cloudburst.
Restless and reckless,
Like ten thousand voices all at once,
But with one breath it can change the range,
In immortal bliss,
As my heart spills out everything it wants.
It feels incredible and pivotal,
When the first notions are worth recording,
Then I place a light rhyme in its right time,
A feeling that is truly rewarding.
I have a love for words that get me stirred,
A natural fire mad with desire and thirst,
With each verse I lift the curse and dismay,
When my poetry pours from a cloudburst.
Published 14th Dec 2019
Author's Note
For the Cult of Inspiration comp
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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15th Dec 2019 2:19am
It's all wonderful, my favorite part is:
"Then I place a light rhyme in its right time,
A feeling that is truly rewarding."
I just LOVE that!
Good job! 🤗
"Then I place a light rhyme in its right time,
A feeling that is truly rewarding."
I just LOVE that!
Good job! 🤗
17th Dec 2019 00:12am
Anonymous
15th Dec 2019 10:41am
Great metaphor, Wally! You've given me a whole new way of looking at the weather in tandem with our poetic moods.
17th Dec 2019 00:14am
Thank you Johnny. Sometimes the words and inspiration is there, it's a matter of finding a way to formulate them and letting the pour.
15th Dec 2019 1:49pm
17th Dec 2019 00:15am
Thank you Ahavati. LIke I was telling Johnny, sometimes it's either a cloud or fog in there when I'm trying to pull the verse.
15th Dec 2019 2:58pm
The whole poem carries the energy of a 'cloudburst' of words waiting to pour down onto the page. A recognition of means and ends being 'one thing' (the energy we use in the means is the same energy people perceive in the ends [end-product] - that's why (as Ghandi is quoted as saying) "a violent war begets a violent peace"). Great write. Good luck in the comp.
17th Dec 2019 00:40am
Thank you Josh (and for the RL too). To be honest I knew I had an idea as to what I was going to write for the competition but didn't know how pull the words, suddenly it came like a downpour.
