For the Sunday Muse, #166.
Deep in the rain, stand and drink.
Water that rises carries the need,
Remember the trail where it sinks;
Deep in the rain, stand and drink.
There is a rumble outside as I write. Arthur has come to check on me and has curled up beneath the desk--once James settles down, he'll probably find a more comfortable place to snooze or shiver through the rain. I am, this week, angry. You'd think a wolf would be a goad for finding words for it; not yet. I didn't expect to reemerge and be angry. I expected tears, the occasional panic attack, relief. Instead I am furious and couldn't say why.
-- Chrissa
Chrissa, an excellent pairing of words/emotion with the image. You made magic today (in the face of anger and rain and a wolf that was less than inspirational.)
ReplyDeleteI love the poem Chrissa, the repetition in this is a lovely message and as Helen said you made magic in the storm. I hope your anger turns to a peace and some laughter too.
ReplyDeleteI wish I had a dog curled up under my desk..............they are such comforters. Hope the rain eases and the sun comes out for you soon. Here we are in the grip of an unprecedented heat wave, and would welcome some rain.
ReplyDeleteThe repetition works so well, many areas are in severe drought. I say stand and drink in the rain when you can. I hope the anger subsides with the last bit of thunder. Wishing you peace!
ReplyDeleteChrissa, sometimes standing still is the best we can do. You're still standing, that's what's important. The words will alight when you least expect them...
ReplyDeleteYou have packed a lot into those 4 lines - it reads like a wise edict
ReplyDeleteThanks for your poem, reflection caution and quench. Hope after writing you felt a little better
ReplyDeleteHappy Sunday. Stay Creative
Much💛love
I'll send you some of the peaceful, rain vibes we have her today! Good to dispel any signs of anger. :-)
ReplyDeleteI wish peace for you and no thunderboomers for Arthur.
ReplyDeleteThe wolf responds to his surroundings - as do we all. Sometimes we just don't know why. I hope you feel a more peaceful aura soon.
ReplyDeleteI am drowning in that poem...
ReplyDeleteAnger can turn into preying eyes.
ReplyDeleteThose of the wolf.
'Stand and drink'.
Love it!
Chrissa, this sounds like "Bad News Trail." A camouflaged trap perhaps?
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you have Arthur and James to help calm things.
My Adi, beagle dog now in Doggie Heaven, didn't like me to get upset and she did her best calm me down.
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I too love the repetition to stop, drink the water and wait. I understand feeling anger without being able to explain it. I've been there.
ReplyDeleteSometimes a rant helps to calm the nerves. Your poem has so much punch in it. I hope you are doing well, Chrissa. Having a dog around is a blessing.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful thoughts, and the oft needed anger.
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