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Both a War Ballad and Lullaby

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Drops of water jump from heaven
singing as they hit every object below
They each play their own tune
melding into a odd orchestra
bringing sky and earth together
connecting atmosphere with underground
and I stuck watching waiting
in this in between place
listen
and hear the lyrics, clearly:

this is a place of darkness, light
love and fear
where all comes together
and falls apart
a place of mystery and common knowledge
frailty and resilience
a place to see with your tired mind
jaded and broken and bored
or  like a child
with wonder, majesty, beauty,
infinite potential
how you see it is up to you…

It muddles as puddles form
I am struck to the core
by this ancient song
written at the same time
rain was thought up
both a war ballad and lullaby
I know it
I feel it
I cannot escape it
It seems now
my skin is leaking
I am bleeding these words
I look up at a troubled sky,
colorless, ready to break
tense from all histories events
pouring out
pounding dust into life
things will grow in time
it can’t be helped
and I know in the green emerging
somehow without asking for it
my ears have been privy to something
rarely heard
yet always playing on repeat
the soundtrack of the
the universe

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I really have enjoyed your poetry of late, esp. this piece. You had a challenge by choosing a relatively common metaphor (rain). Perhaps a less talented writer would have resorted to rain as a comparison to tears, etc.... That was not the case...

I really have enjoyed your poetry of late, esp. this piece. You had a challenge by choosing a relatively common metaphor (rain). Perhaps a less talented writer would have resorted to rain as a comparison to tears, etc.... That was not the case here. Also, you resisted the urge to belabor the contradicting terms and expressions (darkness/light, love/fear and so on.) Again, it's common to see that device carried ad nauseum. And yet in this instance it was done only enough to be effective. The one line that seems awkward is: "It muddles as puddles form." It seems Seussian. But that is a very fine point and is maybe stylistic anyway. Fine work, Brooke!

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Thank you Josh. I was sitting outside on a porch and just allowed myself to be still and really listen, and I started to think maybe the raindrops were really saying something to me... or maybe I need more sleep....:) The muddles/puddles line...

Thank you Josh. I was sitting outside on a porch and just allowed myself to be still and really listen, and I started to think maybe the raindrops were really saying something to me... or maybe I need more sleep....:) The muddles/puddles line actually wasn't in the original version I wrote in my journal, you are right it is a little awkward but I wanted to put in something a little child-like at the same time, so I think I'll leave it. Thanks for the comments!

Brooke Gale
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“Write everyday. Line by line, page by page, hour by hour. Do this despite fear. For above all else, beyond imagination and skill, what the world asks of you is courage. Courage to risk rejection, ridicule and failure

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