traveling at high-speed
i sit in the bustling laundromat
and put my headphones on
around me lips
move un-dubbed to Coldplay
i watch the rain fall
teardrops to the sunburned
smooth plains and rigid mountains
away dust!
colorless rain-clouds -
wash my exhaustion
fresh.
when the clouds break
i'll stand in the clear
sunlight with my shirt off
and wait
for joy to sprout.
Reviews
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Hey Pap,
i enjoyed reading this poem since it raining right now and the images you presented stuck. Reminds me of a photograph in black and white. The images this poem presented felt like photography in words. Two picture juxtaposed to each other. One of the person in the laundromat, headphones on, and staring at the rain. The other of a person outside as the sun is out.
Somehow, this simple image, the power of word choice and conciseness of this poem brought about happy thoughts. I liked that.
see you around.
-iphios -
Oooo... i like it
iphios
August 3
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