I have recently come to two conclusions concerning my blog. The first one is, I would like to blog more than once every month or two, which will mean that I actually have to post things that aren't related to the TCWT blog chain, as lovely as it happens to be. The second is that I would like to post some more of my writing, as I think that this is a good place to share poetry and short stories, the former of which I like to think I'm actually decent at.
But before the actual presentation of poetry, a little bit about my writing. I am a person who does not stay focused very well, and my writing happens in phases of intense creative binges. I'll go for two or three months without writing a single story or poem and then spit out five in a matter of two days. It just depends. Part of why I like poetry is that I absolutely love descriptive language. I also like writing in free verse, because I like the way I can take the rhythm of the piece and just let it flow the way it wants to.
And so, without further ado, I present to you... a poem.
The Dark Rain
The rain brushes the rooftop
Clouds paint the sky a deep gray
The sky cracks
Showing the light beyond
As lightning forks down
The tapping of the rain
The pounding of the thunder
The darkness of the storm
The light bulbs flicker and darken
The wind washes through leaves
Forcing trees to touch their toes
Visibility is faltering
Rain coats the window
The candles are lit
And they glow on the table
As I read by the burning light
Like the sun that’s hiding
Behind all the clouds
In a rush hour traffic jam
Until the roads clear
And the beams slide around
Through the leaves
Reflected in my blue eyes
Looking out the window for a heartbeat
Before dimming the candles
And placing them on the shelf
To sit patiently for the next dark rain
Clouds paint the sky a deep gray
The sky cracks
Showing the light beyond
As lightning forks down
The tapping of the rain
The pounding of the thunder
The darkness of the storm
The light bulbs flicker and darken
The wind washes through leaves
Forcing trees to touch their toes
Visibility is faltering
Rain coats the window
The candles are lit
And they glow on the table
As I read by the burning light
Like the sun that’s hiding
Behind all the clouds
In a rush hour traffic jam
Until the roads clear
And the beams slide around
Through the leaves
Reflected in my blue eyes
Looking out the window for a heartbeat
Before dimming the candles
And placing them on the shelf
To sit patiently for the next dark rain
I would really appreciate it if you would let me know your thoughts in the comments; a writer will only improve with feedback!
Before I sign off, I'd like to mention what I hope the next few months will have in store for my blog. I decided to opt out of the blog chain for February, but I'll be back for March. I also hope to start writing monthly blog posts prompted by Wonderly's monthly theme. I won't be posting too much writing--I get annoyed when people spam their blogs with poem after poem if that's not the intention of the blog--but I'll probably share a handful more.
I really don't know how to end this blog post, so... au revoir?
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My apologies for how confusing this post is. I'm currently running on less than four hours of sleep. When this happens, my language gets... garbled? I suppose it's a side effect of being delirious.
-Jane