Beyond Meanings
A poem of stormy reflections
Prompt words: bells and whispers, melody, tick-tock trouble, misty memories, poetic
Frenzy rain is splashing my memories to bits.
A melody of droplets, completely amiss,
no bliss.
The tap-tap incessantly goes, and it flows.
A never-ending fantasy of spectrums below,
no ritz.
The tick-tock trouble relentlessly grows and it shows
How time never stops, never breaks from the woes,
no glitch.
What’s called the melancholy of fits continues,
With bells and whispers, expressing joy through
my sinews.
Full-blown misty memories of joys past, old toys,
My childhood was a snake of whispers and stories,
no noise.
The wild dance of raindrops, a gray, hectic shake,
Cradles my sorrows, in the downpour’s mistakes,
so late.
The tempest may rage but in my mind’s poetic sphere,
I find meaning in raindrops, slowly becoming healed,
and cry.
