Saturday, April 06, 2013

Flooding


This is a repost from 2008. My friend recently asked if I had a favorite poem. This is certainly one of them


FLOODING
Large drops of rain
Don’t just drip,
But roll and twist
Around sopping wet
Curls.

She believes
smudged eye liner
changes her identity
And for just a minute
She is somebody else

Twisting her body
spewing random prose
packed with venom
Her seductive whispers
pierce through
the tropical storm

When her eyes catch
a familiar victim
immediately she is horrified
when she is caught
wildly dancing
to thunder and lightening
during a flood warning


Photo by wallpoper 

7 comments:

Fireblossom said...

I love the energy of this...the mix of the refined and the feral.

Crafty Green Poet said...

I like the identity blurring with her eyeliner and the dancing in the storm...

Sara from PWB said...

She believes
smudged eye liner
changes her identity
And for just a minute
She is somebody else


I adore that part. It speaks to me deeply.

You are part of our PWB September Collection. It would be great if you could visit some of the other blogs in the collection and comment.

Wordcrafter said...

This is beautiful CE, glad to have come across your poem and that we share the September Collection at PWB.

extemporaneous said...

Fantastic!

I love the contrast - and the use of weather to mirror emotion!

Heather

S.L. Corsua said...

As with previous readers who have commented, I, too, like the reference to the "smudged eyeliner." Something a woman relates to well. ;)

Been reading several past poems here as well. Much enjoyed "Indifferent Service." Cheers.

San said...

so much passion in this one. i wish i had no work today so i could go on commenting. hehe. adding you to the list of blogs i follow. :)