Storm
Fierce, little heart take courage
Let your feelings flow
In a stolid place
Your tears are a brewing storm
A distilling of the truth that is yours
Rising to the surface
Listen to it
And water the dry, dry earth.
LJ Ireton
The still morning
It thundered unkind across the island like a tithe taken in the dark for seeking sanctuary. The force was roaring on beauty - why blow on stone already smooth, scatter water with water? Yet the dawn was an empty lung, a casual sun strolled across the sky the stray cats stretched into the light, Unnerved. Your turn , the towers of palm said, rustle-less; to leave your questions with the storm, the thoughts that bite each other. A white dove flew from a terracotta roof, the sky a fire blue neither were thinking about rain. LJ Ireton, 2024
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