Precipitant Despair

July 21, 2009
By Daniel Listwa GOLD, East Brunswick, New Jersey
Daniel Listwa GOLD, East Brunswick, New Jersey
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So long it builds
within the cloud
growing, blackening,
slowly, gradually:
the gray
and it holds in the pressure
‘til it can’t.

The lazy fluency
turns stone stiff
single drops begin
to fall
each encapsulating
a plea.

The tears splash to the ground
and the weeping question unfurls:
why?
then run silently
down the earth’s cheek.

The wet ground wonders when
the storm will end and tries

to soothe
the cloud wonders too.
Never, it thinks, never.

But the rain is exhausted
and it fades
vanishing, lightening,
slowly, gradually:
to white
and the wind blows the cloud
onward.


The author's comments:
A first for me, the poem does not rhyme. The title of this piece I truly consider a poem in itself. I hope the meaning of the title as it relates to the body of the poem is fully appreciated.

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