Glass Rain

Discussion in 'Poetry' started by Azura_Mist, Feb 3, 2005.

  1. Azura_Mist

    Azura_Mist Member

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    The storm, it's so hard
    Why is there still Winter in the air
    It's the air that moves me and makes me sing
    But it's tired of my softness
    It wants me to scream
    Winter is the season of sadness
    The season of death and rebirth
    Just like the sun, the moon, the stars
    Dangling down from my cloud
    Bumping into each other and ringing out
    They sing their song, the song of a silent dream
    That maybe some ear would listen to us
    But no, the windows and doors are closed
    They're inside with their heat and their headphones
    They're inside with their TV's and radios
    Their computers and companions
    A noisy life without us
    So it's time I chime my last sorrowful song
    It's time they pay attention to the world outside them
    The rain and storm are so cruel
    Maybe I'm a fool, but look, I'm a cloud after all
    These strings and things make me pretty to hear and see
    But they never care for me.
    My paint is chipped and I think poor Star lost a point
    Sun's lost his golden glitter
    Moon's silver lining's gone
    So, let us dance with this brutal wind
    Let us ring in chaos and make the dogs howl before we scream
    Let's make a nightmare from this broken dream
    We'll break for the sake of lost hopes in the snow
    There go the strings, frayed at the ends
    You're free, my friends!
    Look at Shooting Star, drowning in the spa
    And it's one giant leap in the garden for the Moon
    The Sun'll come out tomorrow, most likely sifted in the sandbox
    And now, I'm the cloud, swirling in the storm
    It's raining glass, can't you open your eyes and ears
    You've neglected the world and the simple pleasures
    It's raining glass, now the chimes are silenced
    Soon, we'll be another beer mug to measure
    You can recycle glass, but what about the cares you throw away
    When's the last time you took a walk outside, even in the driving rain
    When's the last moment you washed away your pain
    And when's the last time you remember your hand between the strings
    Of those pretty glass windchimes?
     
  2. fulmah

    fulmah Chaser of Muses

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    Wow, great poem! The above were my favorite lines, but really, beautiful lines abound throughout your entire work. I really liked how the images almost seemed to run off on obsure tangents, such as the sandbox and the beer mug. Great great stuff, thx for sharing it!
     
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