Friday, February 3, 2012

Deluge

















Darkness descends without notice,
catching us all unprepared;

who carries umbrella on premise
when days render peaceful and fair?

Our eyes slowly scan the horizon,
low rumblings have offered a clue;

but seeking out shelter in sunshine
is not what we normally do.

Then clear sky quick-changes to yellow then black;
the signs were all there; and there’s no turning back.

The gates to the heavens open up wide,
mere mortals unsafe from the wrath of this storm;

as ancients and moderns once more collide;
we finally conclude no-one’s safe from its harm.

Caught in the deluge, disguising our pain
the storm finally passes...our tears, or just rain?

©  Ginny Brannan February 2012
*Image: Drawing by Jarek Kubicki www.braincellsoup.com.archives/caught-in-the-rain
My inspiration? d'Verse Poetics Meeting the Bar, A Martian Sharpens his Knife (Using metaphor & words in new ways to express yourself) Did not complete in time to share at"Meeting the Bar"  so sharing here instead at Open Link Night. 

31 comments:

  1. This is something I understand...some of my toughest days have been in sunshine...Nice Work!

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  2. poetry that is classic, conservative and cotemporary is rare and rarely defined; this wonderful, simple and profound poem epitomizes the totality that poetry sometimes achieves.

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    1. Thank you. Really appreciate your kind words, made my day!

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  3. who can say exactly if its tears or just rain when the storm catches us so unprepared...sometimes even too surprised to cry then..good metaphor here ginny..

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    1. So true Claudia. And sometimes even when we think we are prepared, we still are not truly ready.

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  4. mmm...the rain does well to hide those tears...and storms rip into our worlds often unexpected...very nice imagery of the storm in this ginny...and tying it to us personally...

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    1. Thanks Brian. Probably my imagery choice a bit overused, but it fit the feeling I was trying to capture on that particular day.

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  5. Those storms need to pass as they annoy me little rhyming ummm you know. Even when it's sunning they come, still annoying my little rhyming, I can say it, bum..haha

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    1. Thanks Pat........ I knew
      for comic relief, could count on you!

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  6. Totally get this. Sometimes it can just hit you when you least expect it doesnt't it. You could beninnthe most beautiful place, the most beautiful weather-- it can still be raining inside your head . If only lifen had a weather forecast :)

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  7. Nice use of rhyme to make the points of comparison between internal and external weather, Ginny.

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    1. Thanks, Hedge. Was about a little of both, not just about a mood, but also an event.

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  8. The last line reminds me of Blade Runner.

    Awesomes.

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  9. Nice capture of the sadness or perhaps the rainy day that comes unexpected ~

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  10. This is so eloquent... such beautiful poetry. I love the varying depths of rain.

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    1. Thanks Laurie, appreciate your kind thoughts.

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  11. V.nice Ginny - well measured and a real pleasure to read aloud, if in a low voice... its V. am here so i tried not to wake the neighbours lol - your pic is just right too - its all just a passing shower :)

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    1. Ah, thanks Arron. I know we both have pretty different styles of writing. Appreciate your stopping by to read and comment :-)

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  12. Wonderful application of metaphors, Ginny. I wish there was a way of having that emergency umbrella though. Well done.

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    1. Thanks Beth. Umbrellas are good, but sometimes its better to stand in the rain for awhile too, and let it wash the pain away. Appreciate your thoughts, my friend.

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  13. I think you chose the perfect title for this insightful piece Ginny. You have done a splendid job of expressing the uncertainties we must all deal with in this piece. Though we all have free will…we are still at the mercy of the fates to a large degree. I suppose that’s what keeps life interesting. These two lines in particular work very well for me—

    Our eyes slowly scan the horizon,
    low rumblings have offered a clue;


    nicely penned Ginny, I really enjoyed this.

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    1. Thanks Christi. My metaphors tend to dance that fine line of too cliché, but sometimes a piece just wants to be written irregardless. Thanks for your thought on that stanza. I almost trashed that one and the stanza after, and then decided I liked it better with. Appreciate your thoughts very much.

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  14. Ginny, this is a gorgeous write!

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  15. wonderful pen Ginny, this spoke to me as a true state of our current expression. ~ Rose

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  16. Hard to tell sometimes - rain or tears...

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  17. if we always carried an umbrella and were always prepared then this would be a non-event and you wouldn't have written this wonderful poem...the unexpected storms are just another part of life. I like this one.

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