Thunder shouts
a threatening challenge
pounds against
my body.
Fear in a flash of lightning
strikes, then silence waits.
Raindrops spill
and spatter dry ground;
wet my skin.
My face turns
upward, and trouble’s dark blots
are rinsed from my soul.
My feet find
themselves much lighter,
meander
through puddles.
This deluge---my dear, old friend,
soaks me through and through.
Freshly bathed
by sudden downpour
my soul is
born anew.
Come what may, I’ll face the world
whole and strong again.
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According to Robert Brewer at Poetic Asides: "Shadorma is a Spanish 6-line syllabic poem of 3/5/3/3/7/5 syllable lines respectively".
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3 years ago
Beautiful, absolutely stunning. Like baptism by words. :) "Come what may, I’ll face the world" That's my favorite line, it ties up the whole bit perfectly.
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