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During the Storm
by Jo HallidayOften, when rain comes,
They quieten, to let the embrace happen,
For earth seethes before and after
with passions unquenched of bastard ambitions,
sown by seeds of disdain and hate.
But, when rain comes and becalms
dismembering memories into dreams and regrets,
when the frog shouts, before the koel sings,
one feels cleansed and forgiven, courageous
courageous to start afresh with creation,
a new season in eternal cycle. 09/22/2017 Posted on 09/22/2017
Copyright © 2024 Jo Halliday
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 09/23/17 at 11:54 AM I love the idea of this poem and the notion that all our peccadillos are cleansed post a storm. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 09/29/17 at 01:29 AM Terrific to read something fresh from you. It has been too long. "For earth seethes before and after
with passions unquenched of bastard ambitions,
sown by seeds of disdain and hate." These lines are so spot on for what we are living in right now. Bring on the rains! Thank you. |
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