Blacktail Butte
At first it rained
and then it poured.
Lightning bore up to the sky
and the gods applause
resounded off the rigid mountains.
We danced,
and sang
and cried.
In the tears of Mother Earth
we watched life unfold.
Each drop pounded into
the hillside and hid the mountain tops.
Misty clouds of slate
raced north towards the heavens.
Far away were our minds,
distanced by love and poetry.
Our souls drank each rain drop
and we were healed.
For a brief moment in time,
we were real.
The Earth does that,
she never ceases to amaze,
and force us to open our minds
and see with eyes unclouded by
hate.
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Kyle's_Allegory
"Our souls drank each rain drop". What a descriptive way of putting it. It made me recall a time I was hiking through the Sawtooth mountains with someone I cared dearly for and the bottom dropped out of the sky. Lightening and rain all around us, miles from camp, and we stood there soaked with the rain dripping from our hair and all we could do is look at each other and laugh. It was a glorious day.
Excellent Poem!
Can-Dah-Say
Amazing! My name is Candace. Reading your poem made me want to reach out to you about a book of poems coming out Titled #MyStory. If you are interested in submitting a poem you can contact me at candacenicholas98@gmail.com.
Thank you,
Candace Nicholas