3WW...deviant trivial miniscule
selfish siren
howling,crying
saturating the state
no one cares about
your suffering
wet love stricken grief
a deluge of tears
flooding the eastern continent
in the grand design
your heart ache
is a mere miniscule drop
in the ocean
you must learn to
lock away feelings
dry your eyes
expect no support
put on your dead
dusty scorching deviant
face again, breathe out dragon flames
until they beg for mercy
until they plead again for your tears
This could have been written from a resident of Australia's eastern states. Dorothea Mackellar wrote a great poem "My Country" about how much she loved all of it including the flooding rains!
ReplyDeleteyep,oldegg it was...you jest,what true blue never heard of 'My Country.' ( silly bugga )!
ReplyDeleteI am in Dorothea MacKellar country at the moment (North West Slopes and Plains)...looking very green with grass as tall as jack in the beanstalk hiding plenty of joe blakes.
'put on your dead dusty scorching deviant face again'..you are on fire Rallentanda..ouch..Jae ;)
ReplyDeleteArrrgh, me brain is water logged at the moment jaerose. I'm not complaining..i haven't forgotten 11 years of drought!
ReplyDeleteAwfully good writing, rallentanda...
ReplyDeletehow sad for someone to feel this way
ReplyDeleteSorry to hear about the floods down under. But love your standpoint (hold the standpipe). Then we've got the solar storms to come next, and then... (Who are you calling a whinging pom?).
ReplyDeleteAch Andy..you know I've got a soft quivering spot for poms:)
ReplyDelete"Until they plead for mercy" - very nice. A bit of a reminder for us all that what we banish today, we beg for tomorrow.
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