Rebirthing the Tempest

by BlueJay   May 22, 2017


Sometimes there are just so many words

floating around in your head or heart -
all directed at one person, and sometimes
even forever or eternity wouldn't be long enough
to say them all. This is one of those times;

we keep drifting in and out

of each other's lives, but our poetry remains.
Always whispering the things our voices
simply cannot adequately carry across
so many wires at midnight or raindrops at noon.

People keep asking me if this is love

but I think poetry is really the only
fitting term out there for what we have,
all our conversations, our labored breaths,
it's just one giant living poem and we
are not the words, but merely letters

that go hand in hand to create

something so beautiful

even the sky cries.

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  • 6 months ago

    by ddavidd

    I like how simple, honest and wonderful your pieces are.

  • 6 months ago

    by Milly Hayward

    Love is poetry - beautifully conveyed. I agree with Ben the line breaks do help make it more visually easy to read than blocks of text

  • 6 months ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Beautiful, Maddy - genuinely.
    To be honest (and I know this is a personal thing) I'm not sure if I find the line breaks distracting or not. I've experimented with a few of those myself and never been convinced either way! They certainly go a long way to make writing more 'palatable' as I know blocks of writing can be daunting to some readers.
    Anyway, as above, lovely stuff. Take care,

    Ben