I was born during the year’s biggest snowstorm
my mother said it was a miracle, I survived
weighing in at 5lbs, I fought to stay warm
Made love for the first time during a thunderstorm
in a loft under a skylight, flashes of lightning
learning the art of poetry in free form
I wanna know what love is…
I want you to show me…
Sometimes all I feel is the rain
Searching for life’s gentle refrain
I sailed on a boat of dreams during windstorms
navigating my way through treacherous waters
in the darkest moment, seeking a piece of norm
Made love with words during a poetic storm
you and I were doomed, a beautiful disaster
love has the power to overcome and transform
Have we forgotten what love is
I want you to tell me…
Sometimes all I feel is the rain
Searching for life’s gentle refrain
Author's note: I was inspired reading a poem yesterday by Brendan
so this is a wip....working through it...
linking with dVerse
hosted by Merrill - writing about boats, ships or any kind of boating
I caught the line from the Foreigner song right away. Fits well with your poem.
ReplyDeleteSo beautifully, the repeated refrain works to perfection. "Searching for life's gentle refrain" - a lovely quest.
ReplyDeleteIt's quite beautiful, True.
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Storms bringing out the sensations and life.
ReplyDeleteStorms have their own poetic symmetry, don't they?
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