When rain bounces off the windshield
In patterns,
Drumming to the sky’s heartbeat
In soft thrums,
I begin to think and
I now believe the melody
Could be the currency
Of the sky;
Perhaps this, and
Perhaps rainbows are donations
To fall like coins into our hearts
As they rattle, empty,
Like tin cans.
Daydreaming of writing
About the stars
With beach grass blowing
Around my face and
The smell of the sea tickling
My nose, watching
We are not the daughters
Of mother earth, but
Her sisters;
Each morning we rise and
Watch the dawn
Of the new day sparkle
This is from a longer project of mine, but I really liked how this stanza turned out, and I think it kind of works on its own.
I flip through the first
Couple of pages,
Comments
ooh i like this metaphor!!
Thanks!
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