SOAKED

3.29.16

in the darkest night

of the deepest 

tick of the blinded clock,

where crushed whispers

of the wind

touched each nakedness

of a thousand memory

I recalled.

And smiled in a mile

of agony's laughter,

I stopped,

to create a rhythm of 

falling rain,

to mend a broken joke,

to letter the last hope,

to end,

an endless thought.

Author's Note

listen and then you will find..

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Honest and direct words my friend.
"And smiled in a mile
of agony's laughter,
I stopped,
to create a rhythm of
falling rain,"
I liked the above lines. Sometimes old thoughts sneak-up on us. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[biggerthenu]

I enjoyed it.finding the silver lining

[Liz]

Love this! Our thoughts are truly never-ending, which is sometimes weird to think about; we can never turn them off. It always seems to be in the blackened darkness that we recall the "thousand memories" we wish we could forget, and why is it they must laugh at us? Love the metaphors you have in here as well.

[shunik]

thanks for the review Liz.

[Robert Robbie Lord Dudl..]

The hands of time feeling around loaded with everything
Bearing down all we want and all we don't recall
Good poem well done

[shunik]

thank you for the review.

[Sasha]

Amazing. Makes you really stop and wonder. :D

[shunik]

thank you for the review my friend

[Barbara Walker]

Love the entire piece but the second stanza is my favorite...the rhythm and wording is great!

[shunik]

thank you for the review