When Poetry Arrives

I found it coming,

In the pitch-black numbness creeping in,
Silencing vague groans inside.
Sweating and fretting,
It stood there,
In the cul-de-sac of muddled thoughts,
For that one final gaze.

Then it fell,
Like the first rain drop,
Into my cavernous cracks,
Coaxing the dried up soul,
Taming my twisted tantrums,
Tying broken love chords,
That echoed bits of panicled past.

Like a smile, unfading,
It sprinkled ceaseless joy,
And let me breathe,
Soothing streaks of poetry.

Now I’m breathing,
Yet again.


4 Comments Add yours

  1. Wow! Nice way to express rejuvenation.
    Also, it seems that your title “poetry” could be a metaphor for many other pleasant things.
    Nice work!

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Word-kissed says:

      Thank you so much Larry! 😊


  2. Jeni G.J says:

    Then it fell like a first rain drop 👌 like a smile, unfading ..


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